This has been a rough week. Early this week I had my first dream about my baby. I wish that I could remember it clearly, but all I can tell you is she was beautiful and had gorgeous brown hair and rosie cheeks (like me) and a heart melting smile. How, you may be asking, did I know it was my baby girl? That is a good question and the only way I can answer is I woke up right after the dream and began praying for her again.
It has been about a month since we found out all the difficulties with our girl. The days have been different and difficult in their own ways. There have been many different things that have set off emotions that I cannot explain. Being at home with my family was great but difficult in its own ways. It was hard being with them having the thought lingering in the back of my mind that they will never get to meet the "new" addition to the family. It is hard living in the hope that everything can be alright but with the reality of what the doctors are always telling us.
We had another doctor appointment today with the same old results. NOTHING! Whitney's heart is still beating which is wonderful, but the doctor again has no news for us and we are still waiting on the results from the amino. This pregnancy has been nothing but waiting and waiting and waiting. I thank God for the Psalms which has ministered to my heart throughout this whole process. The many words of David crying out to the Father comfort me in letting my true emotions out as well, which if you know me is difficult because those true emotions come in the form of tears.
Tonight I got to watch my best friend dance with his baby girl. It was obviously bitter/sweet to me. My friend has been a huge support to me and a great role model in being a dad. What's funny is without him I would have been so incredibly scared about being a dad to a girl, but because of his great daddyness I knew I could do it. I loved watching him and his daughter dance, and I continue to pray to God that I might get the chance to dance too with my baby here in this world, but if not I know that my day will come in heaven where all imperfections are taken away. Whitney we all love you and continue to lift you up in prayer to the one who knits you in the womb.
You three are in my prayers. I pray that the Lord will will bring you comfort and joy during this season in your life. Even though it has been years since we have seen each other I love you both and will continue to lift you up daily.
ReplyDeleteMy name is Lydia Thomas I have a daughter healthy strong and living, that the doctors still say no hope. But with Christ all things are possible, and he is our great and mighty healer. I'm glad I lifted my hopes to the point of looking insane, I'm glad I walked in Audrey's room and anointed it with oil, believing God for a miracle:) I'm glad I fight the Good and Mighty fight of faith. I'm glad I only received words of faith,life & healing.I'm glad that Audrey's ears, heart, spirit and soul only knows what the Lord has to say about her. I'm talking about taking on the battle, you can do this with God!
ReplyDeleteAudrey is 4 years old we don't speak Trisomy 18 over her, we speak Psalm 118:17. Audrey shall live and not die and declare the works of the Lord.
God has used Audrey in amazing ways, we speak in churches spreading the hope of Jesus Christ, our Salvation and healing God. God has opened doors of great blessing and true repentance. Through having Audrey God took a great marriage and made it amazing! Through Christ the supernatural takes place. This is the place he has taken us, from being called crazy and in denial to completely sold out to God and people seeing what the Lord does when we speak his name in all situations. You hold on to your dream and take it to root in your heart. Build your self up so much for this miracle it's the greatest gift you can bless the Lord with. And when you are weak the Lord is strong.
God Bless and Celebrate the King of Kings for your miracle!
Merry Christmas
Lydia, Bobby, Noah and Miss Audrey Belle Thomas