We were told she wouldn’t make it to 20 weeks.

When she made it, we were told she wouldn’t survive to full-term.

When she survived to full-term, we were told she wouldn’t grow properly.

When she grew, she thrived.

When she thrived, she confused the doctors.

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When the doctors tried to find the science to explain away her defeating all the odds, I had the answers.

God. Prayers. Miracles.

At 10 weeks when I found out about her condition, I prayed.

I gathered my prayer warriors, and we prayed.

Ultrasound after ultrasound, the technician was amazed when she heard the heartbeat.

And ultrasound after ultrasound, I was amazed by my God.

Appointment after appointment, the doctors tried to prepare me for the worst.

And appointment after appointment I clung to this profound truth: God is able.

And He put His power on display all throughout her life.

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From surviving in-utero. To surviving delivery. To surviving her first year.

God has held her every step of the way.

And even had she not made it, God would still be holding her. And her mama.

He would still be good. He would still be able. He would still be perfect.

God is good. All the time–no matter what–God is good.