I used to fear Down syndrome.
It’s that thing every mother carrying babies in wombs prays against, that diagnosis that somehow seems insurmountable.
Almost like a death sentence.
Lord, I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, I would pray as I carried my first two babies for nine long months in a belly that loved pregnancy about as much as it loved the bulging ankles that supported it. As long as the baby is healthy.
And then God opened my eyes.
And then I met JOY.
And then I realized that Down syndrome wouldn’t have been a death sentence.
It would have been my LIFE sentence.Read More