Hi, my name is Lindsey. I don’t live with a lot of fear. It’s not something that had been prominent in my life until I was 20 weeks pregnant with my first child. All of my unnamed fears were crashing in on me: fear for my son, fear for myself. If he survived, which he might not, he would likely live a short life full of surgeries and medical interventions, pain and confusion. Suffering, fearful and brokenhearted, that was where I was.
And yet not alone. My husband was a tremendous partner in those terrible months. Our friends and family were so brave to face the unknown with us. When our son Samuel was born on October 23, 2009, he seemed just like any other ordinary healthy baby. And that was because he was. Despite all medical evidence to the contrary, hundreds of ultrasound images, he was born with none of the conditions he was diagnosed with. And so I tell my son Samuel that he is an oak of righteousness and in him I see the splendor of God every day.
As I go through life I am in a constant state of dreaming and experiencing dreams come true. Sure some of them don’t come to pass, but each and every door that I have walked through has brought me to new and interesting experiences.