Page 88 of Muskoka Miracle

Sarah groaned. “Mum, Dad—”

“I can contact them if you like,” Ange offered.

“Please.”

John gripped Dan’s shoulder. “I know you have praying friends. Ask them to pray.”

“Yeah.” He would. But first he and Sarah needed time to process.

“If it’s alright with you, I’ll ask our friends at Muskoka Shores to pray, too.”

“Thank you,” Sarah said.

Two more strong hugs later, and they were alone again. But not quite alone. For as John and Ange had reminded them, God was there in the midst. They could—would—trust Him. And rest in Him.

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Prayer requests were sentaround the world. Responses quickly flooded in, with everyone from Tisha and the Heartsong crew to Dan’s online Bible study teammates expressing love, support, prayers, offers of help, and whatever they could do.

Sarah’s parents had offered to fly over immediately. She’d told them no. Not until the next scan’s results anyway.

They were due to have another scan in two weeks, then four weeks after that.

“Long enough for God to do a miracle, anyway,” Jackie said.

In addition to the prayers came a few more startling words too.

Some fans of Sarah’s sent messages saying they’d seen visions of Dan and Sarah’s daughter getting married.

During one video call, Bek said she’d had a dream where God took their baby’s heart and closed His hand around it, then when He opened His hand, the baby’s heart was healed.

Others, like Ange, shared Bible verses, like the words given to Moses, who commanded the Israelites trapped between the Egyptians and the Red Sea to fear not, but stand still and see the salvation of the Lord. “For the Lord shall fight for you, and you shall hold your peace.”

And this verse, as much as the others, provided a shield of comfort, of supernatural peace, as their friends and faith-filled family members stood with them, holding up their hands like Aaron and Hur held up Moses’s weary arms, while the battle raged in front of them.

Peace that reminded them that God was here. And whatever the next scan said, God could be trusted with it all.

A slight jolt woke Sarah.What? The morning’s sounds crept to her ears. She rolled to the side, saw Dan with his eyes closed. Poor man was exhausted.

The fluttering feeling came again. She inhaled sharply.

“Sar?” he murmured sleepily.

“I just felt a funny sensation.”

“A good one or a bad one?” He blinked, squinting at her. “Do we need to go to the doctor?”

“No.” She grasped his hand, placed it on her stomach, as another tiny kick came. “Feel that? That’s your little son or daughter wanting to say hello.”

“Wow.” His face softened. “Hello little one.” He spent the next half hour touching and talking to her tummy while hoping for more kicks. “Thank you, God, for this precious life. Please protect this little one, and my beautiful wife. Amen.”

“Amen,” Sarah whispered.

“Hmm.”

Sarah gripped Dan’s hand. She’d been here before. The fetal sonographer’s frown wasn’t encouraging. Today’s fetal echocardiogram was to check on the heart issue, whether it was growing or—No, God, I’m going to trust You.

He peered at the screen, glanced at them, then murmured about getting his supervisor.

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