The testimony of how Judy, Sparrow Six, came to live with us is a most wonderful story and one I joy in sharing. I had just been healed of cancer and my weight was now 83 pounds, but I was well and feeling great! And the ever present thought that I might conceive again was on my heart. Because of the before mentioned fertility in our family, and my history in this field to date, I asked the Lord if He would “warn” me when I was fertile to avoid another conception. That was my plan...I didn’t know His. He was very respectful of my agency, and replied that He had put laws in motion and if I fulfilled that law, I was to expect it to work. In other words, if you play with fire, you may get burned—in my case—pregnant.

For Mothers Only

Time passed and I forgot about it somewhat. Then two weeks before her conception, I was walking through the living room one afternoon and I saw a baby lying in a crib that was already standing against the north wall of our bedroom. (Notice I was always prepared...God must have decided to fill it.) I felt that the baby lying in that crib was mine. The vision was only a split second like a flash of knowledge, then it was gone. I was so startled, I turned to count my children...Tim and Melissa, who were both together watching TV. I was baffled only a second, for I knew that baby was mine, then I heard the Spirit telling me that if I slept “even once with my companion in the next two weeks,” to expect these results. God was honoring my request to be forewarned. Gene didn’t take it as seriously as I did, but I did my best to abstain. I laugh when I remember how I ran from him, and he was very good about it; however, he caught up with me on the last day of that two week period. And that’s Judy. Two weeks after the vision I conceived. No question about it, God’s law work!

In my seventh month Judy turned and was upside down on her head for the last two months before birth. She was so large for my frame (the doctor said about twelve pounds for a normal woman), she would not have been able to turn later because there was not an inch to spare. And when it was time for her to come, there was no place to go but out.

I had a big appetite when I carried Judy. Gene laughed at me as I heaped my plate and went back for a second. That in itself was a miracle from heaven, and all of it went to Judy. She grew rapidly. I conceived her when I weighed 83 pounds and delivered her at 103, all twenty pounds gained in the stomach. I looked like a potato with a toothpick stuck through it.

In my seventh month she became so heavy to carry, I worried that I might lose her. I had delivered the others early, but not because of their weight. With them, I was sick—with Judy it was her healthy body and my frail frame. I lay on the bed one day concerned and meditating about it. I questioned in my mind, not really expecting an answer, “Lord, how much does this child weigh? It sure is heavy.” I heard a reply, “Six pounds.” That startled me. I said, “If it is six pounds now and I have two months to go, what will it weigh at birth?” “Seven pounds, five ounces,” was the impression.

In a vision God showed me my baby was a girl. She came walking toward me with her arms held out as if reaching for me. Blonde pigtails stuck straight out on each side of her head, and she looked like she was about two years old. She was so cute, who could turn that away? I knew her instantly and held out my arms to welcome her. I said, “Judy.” She then disappeared.

I made a mistake...I told the vision. People began to tell me they had an experience I carried a son. One sweet little lady even said she dreamed I carried twins, and with the way I was growing that did cause apprehension around the house. Gene’s father had twin sisters. I became so confused with their dreams and impressions that I took the matter to God. I began to think I was deceived because all their manifestations agreed; Jesus said He'd give two or more witnesses the same testimony. Mine was the differing one. I must be in error.

As I knelt and prayed a simple prayer, “Lord, who is right?” He spoke to my heart and mind. His Spirit impressed me so clearly that I knew it was the same power which guided me, continually making itself manifest to edify, uplift, strengthen and encourage. “You have been blessed with a beautiful girl. The name you have chosen is pleasing to Me. Teach her about Me. There are great trials ahead for you which you must endure.”
Oh, how I rejoiced, that is until He put a P.S. on it. “You can’t tell what has been revealed to you until after she is born,” He said. That is the hardest thing He could have asked me to do—keep my mouth shut! Day after day I heard people talking about our “son” and I had to bite my tongue. All I felt comfortable saying without going against my instructions was, “I think it’s a girl.”

Beautiful Flower Is Born

 Judy’s birth was such a miraculous event, I’ve said if they all came like this, I wouldn’t mind having a dozen if I could take care of them. It was such a relief from what I’d experienced before. This time I was healthy. When the water broke I was in our basement. Labor started immediately and I could hardly get upstairs to the bathroom. The hospital was 45 minutes away, and as Gene phoned the doctor I wondered how I’d be able to get there. I was already in hard labor within minutes. The Spirit had impressed me earlier to deliver again at home, and I was in that mind set; however when the labor hit so fast, Gene wanted me to go to the hospital. As I thought about it a few seconds, the Holy Spirit said, “Whose wisdom do you trust, his or Mine?” I knew what to do. I stayed still.

Gene found me on the floor unable to move (the pains were coming so fast), and carried me to the bedroom. As the doctor entered the door, Judy’s head was crowning. She admonished me not “to push,” and I laughed, “I’m not!” For you see, God was doing the pushing. If I could have only seen the angels in the room—they had to be there, for a power had its hands on my stomach and it was one slow, steady push, no tearing, just a steady opening and delivering of my child. Twenty minutes from the time the doctor entered our door, Judy lay in the crib. She said when she got the phone call she thought it was a false alarm, but as she was leaving her office, a voice told her to return and bring some rubber gloves for delivery. She obeyed and got a surprise.

When my baby was born, guess what!--female, blonde hair, seven pounds, five ounces. God doesn’t lie. Plug in to His source of power and watch what happens. You will know truth! Talk to Him and He will talk to you. Don’t pray at Him as if He were stone that can’t hear or speak. He is your Father and can hear and talk to you when you believe He will. Learn to do what pleases Him. Love Him above all else, keeping your eye single to the furtherance of His work (which work is the only thing of lasting value), and He will hear you and talk with you as a Father to his child. He talks to me when I least expect it, letting me know He’s always there.

Shortly after Judy was born, while I was still recovering from childbirth, I saw her standing against our bedroom doorsill. She wore Indian garments and was beautiful in spirit. She stood about 5’5,” or near, fully matured. I gazed at her beauty for a few moments and then she was gone. The vision vanished. Sparrow No. Six would make it fine.

When Judy was one year old, we were visited by some Sioux Indians, and their spiritual leader named her Beautiful Flower. And she is. The vision gave me comfort many times when I became frustrated by her teenage moods. When her chin dropped to the floor, I’d laugh and say, “Don’t worry, Judy, you will survive these next few years and then things will get better,” at which I usually got a grin. And why did the Spirit name her in the vision?--because her grandmother had always wanted a girl, but after her second son she couldn’t have any more children. She was going to name her Judy.