"There's nothing my God cannot do!"

Friday afternoon, I got a phone call from Garrett's neurologist. He told me that I am not a carrier for Duchenne muscular dystrophy.

I had a difficult time keeping it together while he was on the phone, so I just held my breath until he hung up. I immediately dropped to the floor and cried. I had no words for God but "Thank You" that came between sobs. In the back of my mind, I kept playing the words to the kids' song "My God is so Big." How silly, I know.

I cannot tell you that I feel completely relieved: the Enemy will not let me. Instead, I feel a sense of guilt that I am thankful to have only 1 child who is desperately sick. I would almost rather have been a carrier so I could bear some of the burden on myself.

DMD is such a rare disease anyway, but me not being a carrier puts us in a more rare category still. Garrett's form of DMD is in a category of its own: around 5% of boys with the disease have his type of mutation and possibly no one has his exact mutation.

It was described to us this way: the DNA for Duchenne's is 2.5 million letters long...like a novel. Most boys are missing large chunks of the DNA, like chapters or long paragraphs. Garrett is missing 1 little letter in the middle of this long strand. 1 out of 2.5 million letters!

I love a God who deals in these odds!

"My God is so big,
So strong and so mighty,
There's nothing my God cannot do!"