Wed Aug 30, 2023 – 2:47 pm EDT
MARYSVILLE, California (Special to LifeSiteNews) — “There’s something wrong with his brain.”
Those were the words my wife shared with me on the telephone more than seventeen years ago. Her doctor had called two days after a routine ultrasound to give her the bad news. Actually, there were a bunch of somethings wrong with his brain. My wife bravely relayed the medical information to me. But of course, all I focused on was, “THERE’S SOMETHING WRONG WITH HIS BRAIN.”
I tried to remain calm and reassuring, reminding her that people would pray. God was in control. But as soon as she hung up, I startled my co-workers with my sobbing. I couldn’t talk, I was so overwhelmed. All I could get out was, “There’s something wrong with his brain.”
I was 38 years old, and this was my one chance to be a parent. My wife had already had one miscarriage and the doctor told us it would be difficult to conceive again. And then, miracle number one, we did. Now it seemed it was all slipping away. But it didn’t, it just got more difficult. Most things in
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