The clouds closed in...September 24 post

So, I decided I should probably be writing all the aspects of this journey down. And why not here, where all of you can read about our walk and our struggles... as well as our belief that God is going to heal beyond our imagination.

How it all started;
We were curious and really wanted to get an accurate due date from our midwife, so we asked and she sent us in for a “dating ultrasound.” We went to the office and Melissa was called in. She was gone for about 20-30 minutes or so, I had expected to be called in to see for myself (with the 2 little ones too). But Melissa came out, she said “There’s something wrong with the baby,” and ran out crying.
As it turned out, they had done a lot of scanning, the ultrasound tech left the room and came back 10 minutes later, covered Melissa’s stomach (kinda like they would a dead body) and told her she needed to see her doctor right away and would send the information ASAP, that there were some very serious concerns about our baby.
We called our midwife, and our doctor and got nowhere, the ultra sound people ended up taking 4 hours or so to get the info to the right people, which is ridiculous considering what the put us through but normal in Abbotsford.
We were told that the baby had something called “cystic hygroma” so we looked it up and it looked like potentially a cyst on the neck of the baby.
The doctor we saw empathized and told us not to expect the baby to live, but didn’t give us much information as to why. I had to ask VERY intentional questions to get answers out of him.
In any case, we were sent to Vancouver Women’s for more detailed and further testing.
As the Ultra sound was on a friday, they were able to get us in at Women’s by wednesday, which we couldn’t do, so they rebooked us for the following friday (1 week after the initial appointment).

So, we prayed, cried and worried.

On the following Wednesday, God lead me to a story in the bible.
1 Kings 18:16-46
And I found myself really connecting with the altar of faith and pouring water on the altar, so that when God manifested there was NO question that it was Him, not to mention the OVERT expression of faith that Elijah portrayed by making it an impossible task!

So, leading up to Friday I found myself praying that God would show my how to show blatant and overt faith as Elijah showed.
At this point I really didn’t have peace about praying for healing for our baby. I wasn’t sure if it was because God wanted someone else to do it, or if timing was off, or if our child wasn’t supposed to be healed... But we prayed... Hard.

-next installment, the trip to Women’s Hospital