02/26/2018 – 05/10/2025

Oziel would have been eight years old today.

I can only imagine how tall he would be now, handsome as ever. Mr. Handsome Pants. I know he would have been excited. We probably would have sent him to school with treats to share with his classmates, then celebrated his birthday this weekend doing whatever he chose.

Yesterday was Wednesday, and we normally attend midweek service at church. He would have looked forward to collecting money and gifts from our church family and friends. He would have reminded us — more than once — to tell one of his favorite preachers, Pastor Collins, that it was his birthday.

Oziel expected the people he loved to remember. And they did.
From gifts to texts to videos to phone calls, he appreciated it all.

He was a gift straight from the hand of God.
The calmest baby.
The sweetest child.
The most helpful son.
Lovable and kind. Eager to learn. Quick to do what was right.
Such a character, and so intuitive at such a young age.
A worshipper from birth.

God knew we needed him.

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The Boy Who Made Me a Mother

Oziel made me a mother — the first to call me Mommy.

The love I felt for him knows no bounds. It’s the closest thing I can imagine to God’s unconditional love. Loving him healed parts of my soul I didn’t know needed healing. He made me better.

He taught me how to nurture.
How to discipline with grace.
How to sacrifice joyfully.
How to love deeply and intentionally.

Every “first” was unforgettable.

Because of him, I love being a mom.

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His Birthday Story — A Testimony of Faith

Today feels like the right day to share his birth story.
I will tell his story for as long as God gives me breath.

Before my husband and I got married, we discussed children. How many? How soon? We intentionally decided we did not want a honeymoon baby or a child in our first year of marriage. We planned to wait three to five years — travel, save, grow together.

It sounded perfect.

But as Proverbs 16:9 reminds us:

“A man’s heart deviseth his way: but the LORD directeth his steps.”

Life had other plans.

For years, I struggled with severe cramps and sharp abdominal pain. The kind of pain that left me in a fetal position, in tears. Doctors ran blood work, Pap smears, and test after test. Everything came back “normal.”

But my body told me otherwise.

Eventually, an ultrasound revealed a complex ovarian cyst. I was told it would either rupture or require surgery — possibly affecting my fertility.

I was devastated.

There I was taking birth control to avoid pregnancy for a season — while facing the possibility that I might not be able to have children at all.

Have you ever made plans, only to have them unravel?
Have you ever felt like your greatest fear was staring you in the face?

That was me.

In December 2016, during a church service, an altar call was made for healing. I went forward believing God would meet me there. We prayed against the spirit of infirmity. I went home believing I was healed.

And something miraculous happened. The pain stopped. Instantly. Completely.

I asked God for three specific confirmations — a fleece.
The first: that the pain would stop from that day forward. It did. And I have been pain-free ever since. Days later, at my follow-up ultrasound, the doctor walked in and said something I will never forget: The complex cyst was completely gone. 100 percent gone.

No surgery.
No rupture.
No damage.

Just… gone.

I shouted, “Thank you, Lord!”

But that was only part of the story.

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Even after healing, pregnancy didn’t happen immediately.

And the waiting was hard.

People constantly asked if I was pregnant. Some rubbed my belly. Some assumed. What they didn’t know was how sensitive and painful the subject had become for me.

Have you ever smiled publicly while privately fighting a battle?

I wrestled with fear. Doubt. Frustration. Control.

God kept whispering, “Patient endurance.”
James 1:6 challenged my faith.
Job 3:25 echoed my fears.

But I learned something powerful: You can praise God on a promise.

Faith doesn’t always make sense.
Faith makes miracles.

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Friends began sharing dreams and words from God about me having a baby boy. At first, I laughed — like Sarah. Then I wept — like Hannah.

Different people. Different states. Same message.

Prayers were spoken over my womb. My husband anointed me with oil. We believed.

And on July 20th, we found out we were pregnant. A big, beautiful, undeniable positive.

We conceived in June — just as someone had spoken.

God finished what He started.

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With God, Everything Is Possible

Everything happened in His timing.
His way.
His will.

Oziel Joel Adams was a promise.
A testimony.
A miracle.

The Lord revealed his name to my husband before he was born, confirming he was a boy. His full name means “Might of God” and “Yahweh is God.” My power is God; my strength is God. The Lord is God.

And though he went to be with the Lord on May 10, 2025, his life still speaks.

His seven years were purposeful.
His story still builds faith.
His existence still reminds me:

“With God, everything is possible.” — Matthew 19:26

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If You’re Waiting…

Maybe your mountain looks different from mine.
Maybe you’re believing for healing, restoration, clarity, or peace.

I want to encourage you: Hold on. Trust God’s timing.
Praise Him on the promise.

Faith is knowing — God will.

And Oziel’s life is proof.

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I encourage you to sit with these questions prayerfully:

1. What promise has God given you that you’re still waiting to see fulfilled?
2. Where in your life do you need to release control and trust God’s timing?
3. Have you allowed fear to speak louder than faith? What would it look like to “praise on the promise” instead?
4. Is there a past hardship that God has already turned into a testimony for you?
5. Who around you may need encouragement to keep believing?
6. What mountain in your life feels immovable right now — and have you truly surrendered it to God?
7. If God answered your prayer differently than you expected, would you still trust Him?

Faith doesn’t always explain —Faith believes.

If Oziel’s story touched you in any way, I would love to hear from you.

Your story matters.

Feel free to share your testimony, prayer request, or reflection in the comments below. You never know who might need encouragement from your journey. What God has done for one, He is able to do for another.

Let’s build one another’s faith. Let’s remind each other that we are not alone in the waiting. And let’s give God glory together for every mountain moved — big or small.

I’m praying for every person who reads this.

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