The nurse listened for the heartbeat. There was nothing. She was certain the doctor, skilled and experienced in finding those little heartbeats, would capture it.
There was nothing.
While we knew this was not unusual, our doctor still expressed concern and ordered an immediate ultrasound.
Kris and I waited a grueling forty-five minutes for peace of mind. We sat quietly, but our minds could not have been louder. What if? What happens if we lose this baby? Do we try again? What’s the follow-up procedure?
I had just written the post on Fear. And, I was feeling it. Those scriptures came swirling through my mind. “When you walk through the fire, I will be there…”
I felt a calmness in the midst of my sudden upheaval. No matter what happened that day, His presence would never leave me. No matter what happened, I would not stop running after my Father.
You see, I decided a long time ago that there were no deal breakers for me following Christ.
My heart beats for Him. For HIS glory. Not mine. And, every single thing and every single person in my life are added blessings. Because, if He never did anything else for me but give me eternity, that would be enough.
But He does more.
Because, He is so good.
Forty-five minutes passed, and we entered the room. The technician placed the instrument on my bare belly, and we looked on a monitor and saw a vibrant, little life.
And heard the sweetest, little heartbeat.
A heart that beats for Him.
So many of you prayed.
We love you all,
Dusty and Kris