Have a Little "Faith" (Part 3)

When Faith was a week old, we received a frightening call from the pediatrician. One of her newborn screenings had come back abnormal. They told us that she needed to be retested right away. I would like to say that I was completely calm and rational because of all God had taught me through the pregnancy. That is not how it happened, though. I completely panicked. And what does Courtney do when she panics? What every other normal “accountant mom” does…balance the checkbook.

So, I went into the office and began balancing the checkbook, because it had not been done in a whole day and it needed prompt attention. As I began diligently assessing our financial situation, something caught my attention. It was the birth certificate application from the hospital. Now, I have heard some say that God speaks in a soft whisper. With me, He uses a much different approach. He yells. He uses this form of communication with me because He knows me very well and has trouble getting His point across in any other way.

So, God asked me, “What did you name your child?”

“Faith,” I said.

“Have some,” He said.

Now, I know that God is never at a lack for words, but it was straight, to the point, and I GOT IT! As we waited to get the results back from the second round of testing, I never once questioned Faith’s test results. God had already told me what they would be…NOT that they were going to come back normal, but that God would take care of her regardless of the outcome.