Tomorrow I go for my genetic testing to see if I am the carrier for Duchenne's muscular dystrophy.
Obviously, this is very heavy to deal with. If my test is positive, then Charlotte has to be tested. If our tests show that I am a carrier, there are some major heart problems that I may have to deal with and if we were to have more children, they would each have a 50/50 chance of having the disease. If Charlotte is a carrier, then she will possibly have the same heart problems and can pass this disease on to her children (a 50/50 chance of each child having the disease).
Please pray with us about this test. I really have no concern for myself, but for Charlotte and her babies. To say that I am nervous about the test would be a lie. I feel like I'm on a battlefield with spears through me on all sides while I'm down on my knees just waiting for the fatal blow. Some days I feel strong in God, that He will continue to take care of us as He always has. Most days, however, I feel helpless. Like, what else can happen now?
Friday morning, I wrecked our van...a four car pile-up, mind you. Everyone was fine, but I picked up the police report today which pretty much says it was all my fault. My van is in the shop being worked on, I've got a deductible to pay, and may be responsible for all the damages to the other vehicles now. We don't do things halfway around this place!
Last week, our pastor's wife talked about spiritual warfare. I feel it so heavy on me right now. This has been a rough year, but I know that "greater is He that is in me than he that is in the world." (1 John 4:4)