Greetings to Brother Chris and the rest of the God’s Heart TV team. My name is Tracy from Namibia. During my pregnancy journey, I faced a lot of stress and fear as my due date was approaching. I had a fear of death, as I felt like I was not going to make it out of that labour room, even though I’m not a first-time mum. On April 28/29, 2026, I sent a prayer request to God’s Heart TV, asking God to intervene, overcome my fears, and for the team to intercede for me. I remember also asking God in that prayer request for a natural and fast labour.
On April 30, 2026, I received an email inviting me to be part of the Interactive Prayer Service that was to take place on May 2, 2026. I was so happy because my expected due date was on May 8 according to my last menstrual period, and May 11 according to the scan. After the Interactive Prayer Service, I felt at peace, and the fear was no longer there. I was mentally and emotionally prepared for whatever would come.
However, five days later, my faith was tested. On May 7, 2026, I went for my routine check-up before delivery at the clinic. I woke up that morning feeling well, not stressed or anything. When I reached the clinic, they checked my vitals and my blood pressure rose to around 168. I was shocked and wondered what could have triggered it. I was asked to relax and rest a bit before they could do a re-test, but after the re-test, my blood pressure was still high, around 143. In the evening, I went to the state hospital to get my blood pressure checked again just to see if it had stabilised, but again it was still high. They also found protein traces in my urine, and my haemoglobin levels were low. I started wondering whether I was dying or what was happening to me. As a result, the doctor had to admit me.
Apart from the high blood pressure, I also had protein in my urine, indicating all the signs of pre-eclampsia, which is very dangerous during pregnancy. The doctor explained everything and deemed it fit to admit me for monitoring. The next day, Friday, May 8, 2026, they drew my blood to run tests and check if I had liver or kidney problems. Monday, May 11, 2026, was supposed to be my induction day if my blood pressure had not stabilised, but God came through and removed the fear the devil had planted in my mind once again. The test results came out, and my blood pressure was stable. Not a single high reading was recorded. There were no traces of protein in my urine, my haemoglobin levels were normal, and my liver and kidneys were functioning perfectly well.
From May 7 to May 11, 2026, I kept praying, and I would also watch and pray along with the 24-hour prayer livestream on God’s Heart TV. I would play the prayer throughout the night in my ward. On that same day, the doctor still didn’t discharge me but instead rescheduled the induction to May 18, 2026. I remained admitted for monitoring of my blood pressure and the baby’s heartbeat. I wasn’t experiencing any labour pain at all, even after passing two due dates. So I prayed even more and exercised by staying mobile because I was tired of being in the hospital and tired of the pregnancy itself. Some nights I would cry and question God about what was happening to me and why my own body seemed to be failing me.
I watched many women come into the maternity ward, deliver their babies, and get discharged. I would even help some of these mothers by walking with them and climbing the stairs with them just to help speed up their labour process. I was against induction and wanted a natural delivery. I had witnessed patients being induced and then rushed for emergency C-sections. I was seeing all of this like a spectator. On May 15, 2026, at exactly 41 weeks pregnant, I sent two prayer requests to God’s Heart TV after I had finished weeping, maybe around midnight or 1 am. In my prayer request, I asked God to help me deliver on May 15, 2026. I asked Him to put me into labour that same day, May 15, 2026, and to grant me a natural and fast labour. Lo and behold, at exactly 4:33 am, I started having consistent cramps that would come and go. I knew this was it. By the time the nurses attended to me, I was already 9 cm dilated. Everything moved so fast and spontaneously, and by 7:30 am, I was holding my baby girl in my arms.
All glory belongs to You, my Jesus. I named my daughter Neriah (pronounced Neraya), meaning ‘Light of God’ or ‘Lamp of the Lord,’ because in that dark moment I was in, God came through and brought light into every dying area of my life where there was no hope. Finally, I get to take a turn and share my testimony on this platform about how God showed up and showed off for me in ways I never expected. I’m still short of words because of how speedily God came through for a sinner like me.”