One day, I visited dad.
Dad told me that he had been praying daily.
He also shared that he's been in depression since the screening results.
He prayed for a miracle to happen, and that baby will be normal, and healthy.
He told God that he would finally believe there is a God and be a Christian if He could answer his prayers.
I know that he made that prayer because he cares about me and that he doesn't want me to suffer for the rest of my life.
He couldn't see it any other way.
My heart was heavy that day.
Because I know that God is sovereign and good, and deserves our praises, whether life goes the way we want it to or not.
Of course, I want with all my heart and deepest desire for Little Faith to be normal like everyone else's baby.
But I also love our God. He shouldn't have to serve me or my desires, I don't deserve it.
That night, I prayed
Lord, not for my will but your will be done.
God, I will praise you, whatever my circumstance, because you are my beloved God!
And at that point, I experienced so much love, it was beautiful.
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