In 2003 my husband and I became pregnant with our third child. We were so happy, and as any excited dad my husband begin making plans for this son of his and what he was going to do in life. But, God begin to show me dreams of pink...every time I went to the store to buy an item, EVERY item in the store was pink! I've always known that my children were predestined by God, but I thought "ok, He's really showing me already about this one." Little did I know the journey these next nine months would unfold...it clearly opened my eyes to the word "Father."
We did all of the necessary blood work just as we've done with the other children, but this time we received a phone call around the fifth month. I went back for another appointment and was told that the blood work showed that this child would have Down Syndrome. They gave me a copy...and there it was. There were three chromosome 21 instead of two. I don't know what I thought at the moment, I just remember telling my husband what they said and no one else. We were scheduled for a "special appointment" to discuss genetics and have a high definition ultrasound...extremely nervous. Three facts she gave me that day, #1 it's more common in women 35 and older, #2 it's more common in Caucasion women (that was then), and #3 some things are passed genetically. Webster defines facts as "something that has actual existence; a piece of information presented as having objective reality." I looked at the lady and gave her back three truths #1 "I'm 25", #2 "I'm African-American", and #3 "there are no genetic abnormalties in either of our families." Webster defines truth as "the body of real things, events; a spiritual reality." Simply put I didn't fit the criteria...and that was the truth.
And so, we had the ultrasound done...and just as I dreamed, it was a girl! There we looked at her on this flat screen HD television. Long legs and arms moving within the water...not a clue as to what is going on in the world outside of her protected womb. And then the next step, "we would like to do an amniocentesis." After explaining the risk and benefits, we declined. Declining meant that we would have to wait until she was born to really see if she had it or not. Then they hit us again. "Mrs. Gaul, you have the option to have an abortion being that this baby will be born with Down Syndrome." We quickly declined...leaving in awe, total disbelief.
And so we returned home not knowing what to think...but quickly deciding to keep this to a small circle of faith filled people. And we NEVER uttered the words "our baby is going to have Down Syndrome." Because then we would have accepted it. The power of life and death was in our tongues...and we were not breathing life into it. We refused to accept it...we now begin a water walking experience. And so fasting and praying begin. I found myself on the alter at my church often, praying at home more, fasting more. Believing more. And I begin to notice in the word where each time someone came to Jesus with a problem (fact), Jesus brought them the truth...because He is the truth. And what they needed, they received exactly what they asked for. And so I found myself crying out, not to my God...because I know with him all things are possible. But, to my Father....oh, I wept in my fathers lap almost on a daily basis. Because they are saying "this" about my baby. Oh I crawled in my fathers lap and cried out to him...and He held me. The word says in Isaiah 53:5 "and with His stripes we are healed." Jesus himself said "it is finished." So, I believed that my baby's healing was finished on that cross. And just as any enemy does, mine talked to me "you didn't take the test, you're baby is going to have Down Syndrome, what are you going to do." All thoughts were going on inside my head. But I stayed in my daddy's lap and talked to him. Now that I think about it...not one prophet, preacher, or dream revealed anything to me the entire time. Heaven was silent...but I kept right on talking, reminding Him of the great works He's already done.
I have five children now. Each of them were born early with short labors...except for Miss Morgan. She decided to make her grand entrance 4 days late with 16 hours of labor. The night before she was born I had a dream...Daddy showed up!! The now late Mother Wiley came to me to pray for me. And she took my hands in hers, and as she begin to pray, a set of invisible hands touched my belly. And Mother Wiley begin to say "can you see it, can you see it." I had my eyes closed....and there were these white clouds floating up from my belly. And I woke up...that was it. The next day Morgan made her grand entrance roaring like a lioness. No one could touch her except her daddy. She had no idea of the battle she'd faced in the womb, but she was certain that she wanted one touch...her daddy's. Morgan is perfectly healthy. No abnormalities. Morgan is gentle, kind, loving, but she is also a fighter, dominate, and confident.
What facts are you faced with today? What is starring you down? Telling you "this" and "that?" What negativity have you been told, what bad news have you received. Whatever it is counteract it with the truth of Gods word. Jesus said in John 8:32 "and ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free." To know the truth is to know Jesus...because Jesus is truth. We must remember that when we accept Christ, we become genetically encoded with His DNA..which trumps the earthly DNA. So, I was correct...I didn't/don't fit the criteria, there are no abnormalities in my Daddy Gods family.
Remember Webster defines truth as a "spiritual reality." For Morgan fact was, she may have had Down Syndrome...I have the paperwork from my blood that said she did. But, then again for Morgan truth (a spiritual reality) said she didn't....I have the blood work from Jesus that proves she's didn't!
Whose report will you believe....
*This blog is a testimony of Leola Gaul and in no way implies that one should not follow medical advice . If you have a medical diagnoses continue to seek and follow the advice of your physician.
We did all of the necessary blood work just as we've done with the other children, but this time we received a phone call around the fifth month. I went back for another appointment and was told that the blood work showed that this child would have Down Syndrome. They gave me a copy...and there it was. There were three chromosome 21 instead of two. I don't know what I thought at the moment, I just remember telling my husband what they said and no one else. We were scheduled for a "special appointment" to discuss genetics and have a high definition ultrasound...extremely nervous. Three facts she gave me that day, #1 it's more common in women 35 and older, #2 it's more common in Caucasion women (that was then), and #3 some things are passed genetically. Webster defines facts as "something that has actual existence; a piece of information presented as having objective reality." I looked at the lady and gave her back three truths #1 "I'm 25", #2 "I'm African-American", and #3 "there are no genetic abnormalties in either of our families." Webster defines truth as "the body of real things, events; a spiritual reality." Simply put I didn't fit the criteria...and that was the truth.
And so, we had the ultrasound done...and just as I dreamed, it was a girl! There we looked at her on this flat screen HD television. Long legs and arms moving within the water...not a clue as to what is going on in the world outside of her protected womb. And then the next step, "we would like to do an amniocentesis." After explaining the risk and benefits, we declined. Declining meant that we would have to wait until she was born to really see if she had it or not. Then they hit us again. "Mrs. Gaul, you have the option to have an abortion being that this baby will be born with Down Syndrome." We quickly declined...leaving in awe, total disbelief.
And so we returned home not knowing what to think...but quickly deciding to keep this to a small circle of faith filled people. And we NEVER uttered the words "our baby is going to have Down Syndrome." Because then we would have accepted it. The power of life and death was in our tongues...and we were not breathing life into it. We refused to accept it...we now begin a water walking experience. And so fasting and praying begin. I found myself on the alter at my church often, praying at home more, fasting more. Believing more. And I begin to notice in the word where each time someone came to Jesus with a problem (fact), Jesus brought them the truth...because He is the truth. And what they needed, they received exactly what they asked for. And so I found myself crying out, not to my God...because I know with him all things are possible. But, to my Father....oh, I wept in my fathers lap almost on a daily basis. Because they are saying "this" about my baby. Oh I crawled in my fathers lap and cried out to him...and He held me. The word says in Isaiah 53:5 "and with His stripes we are healed." Jesus himself said "it is finished." So, I believed that my baby's healing was finished on that cross. And just as any enemy does, mine talked to me "you didn't take the test, you're baby is going to have Down Syndrome, what are you going to do." All thoughts were going on inside my head. But I stayed in my daddy's lap and talked to him. Now that I think about it...not one prophet, preacher, or dream revealed anything to me the entire time. Heaven was silent...but I kept right on talking, reminding Him of the great works He's already done.
I have five children now. Each of them were born early with short labors...except for Miss Morgan. She decided to make her grand entrance 4 days late with 16 hours of labor. The night before she was born I had a dream...Daddy showed up!! The now late Mother Wiley came to me to pray for me. And she took my hands in hers, and as she begin to pray, a set of invisible hands touched my belly. And Mother Wiley begin to say "can you see it, can you see it." I had my eyes closed....and there were these white clouds floating up from my belly. And I woke up...that was it. The next day Morgan made her grand entrance roaring like a lioness. No one could touch her except her daddy. She had no idea of the battle she'd faced in the womb, but she was certain that she wanted one touch...her daddy's. Morgan is perfectly healthy. No abnormalities. Morgan is gentle, kind, loving, but she is also a fighter, dominate, and confident.
What facts are you faced with today? What is starring you down? Telling you "this" and "that?" What negativity have you been told, what bad news have you received. Whatever it is counteract it with the truth of Gods word. Jesus said in John 8:32 "and ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free." To know the truth is to know Jesus...because Jesus is truth. We must remember that when we accept Christ, we become genetically encoded with His DNA..which trumps the earthly DNA. So, I was correct...I didn't/don't fit the criteria, there are no abnormalities in my Daddy Gods family.
Remember Webster defines truth as a "spiritual reality." For Morgan fact was, she may have had Down Syndrome...I have the paperwork from my blood that said she did. But, then again for Morgan truth (a spiritual reality) said she didn't....I have the blood work from Jesus that proves she's didn't!
Whose report will you believe....
*This blog is a testimony of Leola Gaul and in no way implies that one should not follow medical advice . If you have a medical diagnoses continue to seek and follow the advice of your physician.
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