I have shared two of the three songs I loved hearing the Hicks sing at a Southern Gospel Jubilee years ago. The first two were “No Need To Doubt Him Now” and “In His Time.” The third is what I call a fighting song. I love the words. Fighting songs keep you going when things look bleak and the results don’t seem very promising.
“Don’t Give Up (On The Brink Of A Miracle)”
By Mike Adkins
Satan would have you look
at the trials of life that surround you,
And he tries to appear, and he brings
doubt and fear all around you.
Don’t look with your eye or listen with your ear.
Just cry out to God; He is always near,
And in your darkest hour, your miracle is here.
Oh, the devil is a thief
and he sends these troubles to confound you.
And he lies and he says,
“This time there’s no way you’ll make it through.”
But you remember God’s true Word, the battle is the Lord’s.
Don’t give in to fear; Think on things that are pure.
And praise the Lord, you’re miracle is here.
Don’t give up on the brink of a miracle.
Don’t give in; God is still on His throne.
Oh, don’t give up on the brink of a miracle.
Don’t give in; Remember you’re not alone.
On February 2nd of 2005, we had our first IVF-ICSI attempt. I woke up feeling like something good was about to happen – our embryo transfer was at 10:45 am. I was staying at my sister and brother-in-law’s house, and my sweet, five-year old nephew gave me two roses, one a melon color and the other yellow. How special he (and my sister) made me feel!
The embryologist had called the day before and said we would have a transfer in the morning; one morula was ready, and he thought the 10-cell would be ready so we could transfer two. The other two embryos had slowed down, but we were hoping they would be able to freeze them if they reached blastocyst by day 6 – the day after transfer.
At the procedure, I saw my embryos on a TV screen. For some reason, I wrote in my journal that it was neat but not as exciting as I thought it would be. My doctor mentioned that they were morulas, not blastocysts (optimum maturity) and that probably had to do with the condition of my eggs. The other two embryos did not continue to develop. This really discouraged me, and after we were alone, I cried. I woke up at 4 am the next morning to use the bathroom and cried some more. I sang to myself the songs I heard the Hicks sing – “No Need To Doubt Him Now” and “Don’t Give Up On The Brink Of A Miracle,” as well as Guy Penrod singing “I Just Feel Like Something Good Is About To Happen.” I quoted Psalm 113 and my poem of faith, rejoicing, and trust, and then I remembered the words of a friend, “Stay encouraged, stay in His Word, and praise Him.” God brought to mind our pastor’s most recent sermon from James. I didn’t want my faith to be like the wind, driven by circumstances. Faith and tears of doubt don’t go together. I was encouraged in the Lord.
Yet, eight days later, my results were negative. It was hard to hear. My husband’s words were that he was still confident I would get pregnant, so we would just sail on. We didn’t give up.