The warmth from the August sun absorbed by the concrete blocks of the parking garage of the Allegheny General Hospital was not enough to ward off the chill that David and I felt as we clung together. Clinging like shipwrecked survivors to a dinghy --quite sure we were NOT ready to face the storm of the diagnosis just given to us by the doctor. An ultrasound is usually a happy event, that first peek at the life not yet seen. But not that day. The grim face of the physician spoke volumes, even in his silence. They suggested that we terminate and quickly as "he" was already 23 weeks. We walked away knowing that God, in His sovereignty, could redeem even this, but in my flesh, I was terrified. We had no further ultrasounds. The months passed agonizingly slow, yet somehow they flew by. David named him Zachary because the name meant, "remembered by God." We were extremely protective of this potential diagnosis and with the exception of a few close friends ...

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btw - one of your songs (Wonderful, Merciful Saviour)is one of my favorites - think it is one of the most beautiful worship songs I know and especially for my own private time with God!
David bought this CD during a difficult period and I would listen, back it up, and listen again!
We saw Selah in an outdoor concert last summer before we moved--what amazing harmony!
I feel like I can almost smell the food coming through the screen. Happy houswork today.
I'll miss you this weekend! Make sure you check out my blog today, be prepared to laugh... "-)