Last week is a blur of activity. Monday the wait was over, the genetics counselor called with great news that our baby had all 'normal chromosomes' and it is a baby girl! Praise God. My heart did continue to break for the person that has to the the "1" in the 5 that gets bad news.
After a weekend of acceptance that Marty and I would raise any baby that was given to us, (if it was compatible with life) I realized we would have been OK. That it wouldn't have been the ideal situation, but that a special needs baby would have made our kids better for it. That they would have grown up with opportunities to practice compassion, to slow down in life and to realize what really matters.
God showed me a lot in my time of weakness. He showed me that he has blessed me with an amazing husband, Praise music got me through, and I am thankful that I chose to show up to church, continue with normal activities, and pray like I have never prayed before. I am thankful for the test of faith that was put in front of me. I am strong because I serve a mighty God.
When the call from the genetics counselor concluded, I fell to my knees praising God, sobbing, thanking him for his mercy and grace. All while the song, "I can only imagine" played in the background:
Thank you for your prayers, and support. I am blessed, but to Him goes all the Glory!
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