By the time you read this, we will be in Cincinnati.
A lot has happened since our last update.
- We continued talking with Jaime.
- We called just about every major city in the South that has children’s hospitals to see who can do both amnioinfusions as well as who has nephrology teams that will do preemie dialysis (including how little weight, how many cases they’ve done, and what their confidence was in their team).
- And Cincinnati called us back to say they had an appointment for us for Tuesday and Wednesday, November 1st and 2nd.
So, Thursday October 27th our two day itinerary was set for the Fetal Care Center of Cincinnati, the question was,
How will we get there?
Flights were over $1,000 for just Mary and I. A car trip was 11+ hours driving straight through. And a train ride would take quite awhile, aside from putting us past our destination.
And that’s God started opening another door:
A good friend and coworker remembered briefly meeting a guy named Ed who flies ministers out to these kinds of things as his ministry. By Friday night, we had his number. He called me back and said that although his plane was currently in Taiwan with missionaries, he had another friend who might could fly us on his personal jet.
I asked who that was, and his reply was more than just a coincidence:
The guy that has done our taxes for a decade, whose done my parents’ and brother’s taxes for over a decade, whose been friends with our family for 20 years or so… he has his own jet?!
Saturday passed, however, and we still didn’t have an answer. By Sunday noon, Mary and I would have to pack to leave and drive halfway, stopping in Athens, AL (side note: there are websites that help you find a halfway point between two destinations. Who knew?).
Our church prayed during our 8am church worship service Sunday. Our small group prayed during bible study at 9am. And then our church prayed again during the 10:30am worship service.
And then, during the sermon, my friend called, and said that although he’d love to fly us on his jet, the cost was $1500 an hour. So he asked, “How much are tickets?” Seeing as how I’d just looked them up, I replied, “$1200.”
Without even a breath of hesitation, he spoke, “Ok. I’ll buy those.”
Ok. I’ll buy those.
As if that weren’t enough to see God opening doors for us to walk through, our church prayed over us (in Baptist life, it’s called “laying on of hands.” Incredibly biblical, but not enough people talk about it nowadays.). There was power in those praying people, and I cannot tell of a deeper feeling of love from a church family than that moment then: to pray for us in our time of need.
As if that weren’t enough, people came up to us afterwards, contributing words of support and financial help to offset our journey.
We will keep walking through these doors that only God himself could open.
We will continue to journey with Him in His story, seeing how our little stories have interconnected with people all around the world to get us to Cincinnati.
And no matter what, God is still good.