Folks, this happened so fast that I didn’t have a chance to bring you into the loop…now all that’s left is a hearty prayer of Thanksgiving.

Last week, a friend from our parish notified my wife and several other friends that she was in the extremely early stages of pregnancy; then on Friday, she let us know that no heartbeat had been detected at her initial obstetrical visit; the assumption was that essentially the egg was defective and the few cells of baby which had started to grow had stopped.  On Saturday evening, our parish prayer chain email asked for prayers for a young mother, that a heartbeat would be heard….we assumed it to be our friend.

Y’know, sometimes prayers are answered in loud, obvious ways.  Thanks be to God, this one was.  No one…not the mother, the father, or the doctor were expecting to hear a heartbeat on the Doptone today, but they did.  A loud, strong heartbeat.