The Knowltons came to visit last night.  They have been praying with us from the beginning.  John was at the hospital on the birth day, and Julie came in and prayed over the baby on the Sunday after the birth.  She told me that the baby would be healed, and that she had seen a vision of angels lying on top of the baby healing her during church that morning.

Last night, John told us he was surprised that Yasha wasn’t home yet. Julie agreed, looking intense.  We had an invigorating conversation about what Curtis and I have been studying in the Gospels.

John mentioned different phases of the Kingdom of heaven–one of which is the immediate BAM healing that we’ve been seeking.  But then he talked about the mustard seed, which grows almost imperceptibly–that a slow healing is a manifestation of the kingdom as well.

Julie said that she wanted to lay her hands on the baby and get her healed. Curtis and I were getting ready to go visit Yasha, and John suggested that Julie go with us, while he kept their young son.

We stood to pray before we left, and they were praying for the baby’s immediate healing,and I found myself struggling with unbelief.  I prayed for help with my unbelief.  I asked God to increase my faith.  And the verse the Knowltons had just brought up came to mind:  Jeremiah 29.11: For I know the thoughts that I think towards you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.

Suddenly, I was able to admit to the unbelief I’d had since the beginning of this ordeal.  I didn’t think it was God’s will for the baby to be healed.  I believed He had the power, etc. to heal her, but didn’t believe that He would.  Suddenly, that verse told me to stop being suspicious of God.

I already had the peace that if I really wanted something, God would give it to me.  He’d already done that with Curtis, and our van.  I told Him several times that I want this baby.  So, I had peace with that.  I just had unbelief about His will for her healing.

That piece in place, I breathed a sigh of relief.

We met Julie at the hospital, and she patiently waited for the unsually talkative nurse to finish babbling.  Julie prayed over Yasha while Curtis and I prayed as well.  I was hit with a wave of weariness–I know that was spiritual. I was just grateful that we had someone with faith on board.  It didn’t matter who it was, as the Gospels have pointed out in several places.

When Julie finished praying, she said that Yasha would be off the CPAP (breathing machine) the next day.  Curtis and I agreed to this in faith.  Then, as I watched Yasha’s blood oxygen numbers plummet, I was again hit with weariness.

This morning, Curtis told me that Julie had called and said that she’d been up most of the night praying for Yasha, and she wanted to go to the hospital and pray over her again.

We met her at the hospital, and Julie prayed over Yasha again.  Then she told us to keep seeking God, to keep growing our faith. We were growing a shield that would soon envelope the baby.  Also, she said that when you are looking for perfection, it takes time.

Yasha’s blood oxygen levels were dropping.  It was inexplicable.  Then, one of the tubes on the KPAP came loose, and the oxygen levels jumped up.  This happened a couple of times.  And the staff prepared to take her off the CPAP.  I had just been thinking that I didn’t know how she’d get off that machine with her levels jumping all over the place.  No sooner had Julie left than the nurse began to take Yasha off the CPAP.  And I believe she won’t go back on it!

Now she’s on the canula, the last breathing assistance before she’s breathing on her own.  The next big hurdle is nursing. . .