Psalm 113:9 (KJV)
9 He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye the LORD.
There are some women that find this verse offensive others that find it encouraging others irrelevant and other do as the amplified says and change it to spiritual children ( and this can be so) , there is a another verse I like too
Revelation 12:11 KJV 
And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony;

So I felt this would be a really great time to share some testimonies of miracles in your life. There is none too small or too crazy to believe please share Mine will follow shortly ! ~ Melody Never, Ever Again !
THE STORY !
Psalm 113:9 (KJV)
9 He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye the LORD.
After two c-sections, we were given a glimpse of hope that we, US, could finally actually give birth naturally. It came from a sweet midwife as well as a specialist in Prince George. We actually were going to do it. This was an idea that had been stolen from us with our first child who was born at 2lbs and then stolen again because of lack of resources in a small town. We were so excited we moved close to the midwife, so we were no longer 8 hrs away. I settled into our new home, and started preparing for our new arrival to make a show. It seemed really slow, and yet I was having several hours of contractions every night that seemed really strong, but then would stop. This went on for two weeks then one night my bowel started to bleed about a tbsp with every contraction .We called our midwife who had been waiting patiently, like with all her precious babies, to hear momma's voice and know it was time. We met her at the hospital for the last of many stress tests as our little Josiah was already two weeks at least overdue. After consulting with the specialist, it was decided with great sorrow, that we were to have yet another c-section. We were so grieved. 
I know how a lot of moms feel, when one of the simplest gifts, and calls, the very things she dreams of, and played from childhood, the ability to give birth, are striped from her hands. It is a terrible feeling, you feel like a failure as a woman.
Into surgery, we go again my special midwife stayed with us the whole time. She held me when my husband was not aloud in the room for the spinal; she kept him distracted when he was worried. Then the whispers started, and the “have you ever seen this”, and “wow look at that”. Why was it taking so long? The hours drew on as evening turned into early morning, when finally a cry was heard three hours later. He was sweet and chubby with an adorable pout from us interrupting his cozy nest .Yet as I snuggled him with my eyes and heart the surgery persisted for another three hours as they tried desperately to separate a fused mess of my organs that were attached to everywhere else. As she (the Doctor) did, she tried to explain what was going on, with my organs then she said, “Were you planning on having more children”? Oh yes I replied we had planned for many many more babies .oh she said! I instantly felt in my heart that removal would have been an easy solution to the dilemmas she was facing, why untangle if you can remove, but she trudged on. I asked why, and my heart broke then, even though I could hardly understand “You can never get pregnant again she said”“, I am amazed that you held to full term, with out complications. If you get pregnant you and you baby could die”. When I came out of surgery, I tried to explain to my husband what she was saying and when she came in she tried to explain it again, but there was another problem I was hemorrhaging internally. Every few minuets they would change and weigh the bed pads. As I weakened, and bleed into the morning. There was talk again of that hysterectomy she had been thinking about, and more whispering and tension was rising between doctor and nurses. I looked over to my honey, he was crying and I was feeling so week they had tried so many different drugs, now to stop the bleeding and yet it continued. The sun was beginning to glow ever so gently into the room as it rose. I slipped away in prayerful rest. “Father my life is yours, if you want me to die, I will serve you, if you want me to live, and I will serve you”. Then I saw before me Jesus on the cross, and the Father said to me “just like you are wiling to bleed, and die for your child so am I”. I instantly was back in the room, awake, the sun was up in view now, and the blood was stopped. Praise God!
A few days later, I went home to bed and whenever I would get up my head would feel like it was going to fall off. My spinal fluid was leaking from having the spinal in so long, and now my brain was no longer floating but hanging causing pain so back to the hospital for a blood patch ( were they remove some of your blood, and insert into your spine to congeal and stop the fluid from leaking). My mom and Dad came and helped take care of us, my first reality of no more babies came as mom was packing all the baby girl things I had set out just encase it was a girl . All the sudden I was extremely defensive, as I watched my hopes for another little girl, a child, packed into boxes. 
The next few months were mixed with sorrow and joy over birth, and loss. I secretly cried a lot feeling the loss of all the little ones I new was meant for me. I grieved deeply secretly sadly alone. I listened to the suggestions for birth control for the first time in my life, and even though controlling our conception was against what we believed. (Letting God control)
We moved to Saskatchewan and started a church. When Josiah was about 7 month old, I started praying for healing, in my heart I new this was no big deal with the Creator. He made me he can fix me; all I needed was two things, fixed organs and a new womb. 
Ever since his birth, any lifting and I would have organ pain, and tearing on my inner abdominal wall, as my intestines were reattaching themselves. One day I actually had a scar appear from the inside out on my belly. Not to mention, normal functions you would take for granted was no longer possible with out sienna. In service, I asked the women to pray for me, yet not telling them what they were praying for. There were three women, and an 11-year-old girl. The women kept guessing trying to figure it out, but the little girl was silent, with a funny look on her face. I new she had received something from the Lord. The next day her mother came to me and said Cassieanna saw something when she prayed for you, and she wanted to tell you but was to ashamed to say . She called for her, and she shares, “as I was praying with my hands on you, I saw a comb going thought your tissues, and I don’t even know what tissues are but it was combing your insides”. That is exactly what I had needed, so I kept praying, and praying. Slowly I started to notice differences in my physical functions, (that isn’t something ya miss ) it was working, and my pain was gone, I was truly healed. So now Lord one more thing my womb! 
I share with my husband my heart, I new that we had done wrong in taking our conception into our own hands. Why should we not trust the giver of life with my own life, yet, it was not my own, because I had given it to him, so what rights have I to take it back? When I shared, He out right refused. “I can’t, he said, that would be murder”!
I kept praying and seeking the father, only he is capable of turning his heart. One day in a vision I saw my husband giving his all, and asking to receive more from God, and in front of him I saw the father with his hands bound, saying just release me and I will. I continued praying for him until one day, two weeks later, he came to me, and said honey, we need to talk, and I said, yes we do. He share how the father had been releasing his heart, and giving him peace to release the fathers hands,( You see the father has given us free will to choose our paths, even though they might not be the ones he chooses, but when we have a submitted heart he can speak His choice will into them ). In the next service, we shared our decision and our sin in binding His hands. (Even though we got some funny looks from our congregation). After service, Cassieanna’s grandfather came to us, and said, “You are pregnant”! We kinda thought he was cracked, yet the father in his wisdom already new the decision of my husbands heart and had caused us to conceive two weeks earlier. (It was my husband using the birth control not I so it was not a slip or deception, but an in incredible God) Although I was ecstatically overjoyed, and amazed by the miracles we were given, I was still in some turmoil. The enemy was constantly throwing fear at us. We were spending a summer at a children’s camp and I was able to spend a lot of time praying, writing, and trying to seek answers to the next question. “What should I be praying for, what should I put my faith in, a good birth a good c-section what? The answer was always the same “JUST IN ME”. I cradled my belly and watched it grow spent many a quiet moments just enjoying this gift of life the fulfillment of faith. One day while asking again the same question, he gave me a new answer, “I am not going to heal you”! “WHAT” (was my response) and he whispered again, “you are already healed”! When I realized His words all the sudden, I felt the whole circumference of my womb not just the front but the back all at once it felt thick, strong, and young a feeling like I have never felt. I Was Healed, I WAS HEALED”!

We have been blessed with two babies since that day, both home births in the church, which was our home, and we are waiting for more, as I truly am healed.
When my husband purposed 16 years ago, I had asked him how many babies he wanted, as I handed him a bunch a wild babies breath. He looked deep into my eyes and said lots. I started counting the delicate flowers one by one, and said, so 15 is good? He smiled and said we’ll let God decide, so we are! we have 6 babies altogether the fist three all c-sections and the last two home birth and two I keep as treasures in heaven all mine, all alive, and If God so chooses there will be many more heavenly blessings in our home.
As man cannot determine the blessings of faith in a living creator!
~Melody Willment 
Box 213 Conquest Sask. 
Canada S0L0L0 
blessed.arise@yahoo.ca