We sat in the tiny room behind the nurse’s station with the geneticist, our nurse, the pediatric doctor, our good friend {and nurse}, Angie. The geneticist pulled out a diagram and began to explain that our daughter was diagnosed with Trisomy 18. I felt like a child sitting at the “grown-up table”, not understaning all the words that were coming out of his mouth. We had never heard of T18 and had no idea the severity until I heard Angie crying and turned around to see her brokeness.

That was the moment I knew something was wrong.

As quickly as the thought of “why us” entered my mind, the Holy Spirit covered that thought with, “thank you, God for this gift you’ve given us.”

{Oh, Holy Spirit, that you will always quicken my mind with holy thoughts and that I will always listen.}

 The first words said when the doctor was done speaking, were Angie’s. “Let’s pray right now.” She began to lift our daughter up to the very throne of God. I will never, ever forget that day.

That moment.

Her strength.