His Glory

Back in July of this year, I had some measurements come back from my 20 week ultrasound that suggested that the little one growing inside of me might have a chromosomal abnormality, particularly Down’s Syndrome. Somehow, Garrett & I both came to a place where we didn’t care if our sweet boy or girl had Downs,

“Please God, just let them be healthy.” 

Downs babies can have so many health issues, we just prayed for a healthy babe no matter what other bridges we had to cross. We felt God would lead us in it if he wrote it for our family. We had specialist appointments, extra sonograms, & even genetic testing done. Everything came back extremely normal. I tried my best to put it from my mind & accept that my baby was fine by all appearances, but in the back of my mind, I waited for the day when I would see him/her & hold them in my arms. There was this feeling constantly hanging over me that something could go wrong at any minute. I confess now, that I was terrified that we wouldn’t be coming home with him. At the beginning of November (due date month!!) we were sure he was coming even though my due date wasn’t until the 21st. We even went up to L/D only to be told that he wasn’t coming that day after all. I was emotionally spent & ready to see my baby. I just wanted to hold him & KNOW KNOW that he was ok. We got back home that day & before we could even unpack the car, we found a lump on the back of Winslow’s left knee. You can’t imagine (or maybe you can) how tired my heart was at that point. I wept to Garrett that day & asked God why this was the question he was placing before us. “Is my child going to be ok?” Why that question? With one of our sweet babes & now with another one.

It’s been a long few months for us of waiting & extra doc appts & question marks & tears & hip pain & googling when we shouldn’t have & praying & praying some more & holding each other tight & hoping & wondering if God has written this or that as our story & praying that we’re faithful & taking our thoughts captive & trusting. When Fisher came to us & we saw his sweet face, I felt him move against me, everything was confirmed that he’s a perfect healthy baby boy.
We cried thanking God for that sweet miracle of a boy.

A few weeks ago, we finally got into see a specialist for Winslow, we feel we can finally rest (she’s going to be just fine, 🙌🏻🙌🏻, it’s a Bakers cyst, something common & will go away in time). But this leads me to my point.

First, you have no clue the roads that some people might be walking. Sometimes, they feel like they can barely crawl, let alone pick themselves up to walk or smile at you. I pray I am as gracious as some have been to me.

Secondly, all of you who are hurting right now, whose stories aren’t ending on a happy note, or maybe you’re waiting for your ending, I see you. I hear your pain. Better than that, He sees you. He hears you. You have not been forgotten. He cares for you. 

Thirdly, the word “retarded” takes on a whole new meaning to me now. When we were unsure of Fisher’s health, words like that cut like a knife. I began to see people with disabilities, notice them & take note of their commonalities, how they interacted with others. I feel such compassion for people whose little ones are sick or dealing with some life threatening illness. My heart breaks for them. I know what it’s like now to ask God to take something from your child & put it on you instead. Which means I can sort of glimpse the heart of God to put the sins of the world on his own son, not be able to take it from him but watch him suffer for his glory.

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Lastly, God is gracious. So incredibly gracious. He sees us where we are & he can’t leave us there. He must take us further, deeper into himself. And yes, he uses the tears we cry. Yes, he’s using the pain from this broken world. Yes, he is using the situation that seems bleak or questionable. He cannot leave us here. There is more of Him to be had friend, so very much more. Let us not lack for more of Jesus. It is all in an effort to bring us closer to himself & make much of His name. He is so worthy.