After 5 years of marriage, we began to consider having children. A prior diagnosis had lingered in my thoughts that I would not be able to have children, but we placed our faith in God. We got pregnant in 2010.

At 18 weeks of pregnancy, test results came back showing there was a 98 percent chance of my baby having Down syndrome. We were given the following options: keep the pregnancy, go for further tests that could result in a miscarriage, or have an abortion. I told the doctor that we would give our final answer the following Monday.

It was a weekend of hell. We only told our pastor’s family. During his devotional time, my husband, William, said God gave him our child’s name. We did not know the gender at the time, but it came from Psalm 127—the part about children being an inheritance from the Lord.

I also remembered a testimony I once heard from Pastor Prince about a lady who was diagnosed with breast cancer. She declared that Jesus did not have breast cancer and that through His blood, neither would she, and she was healed.

Our pastor’s father, who was also a pastor, and his wife, a medical nurse, also sent me a beautiful story about a nurse named Naomi from the 1600s who endured many stillbirths and witnessed the loss of mothers during childbirth because the babies were not positioned correctly. Taking her sorrows to God, she began to cry over the mothers’ bellies during childbirth, and the babies would turn, saving both mother and child. She told me, “I’m crying Naomi’s tears over your baby.”

I told William, “I do not have faith to have the test done and believe differently, but I do have faith that God can change whatever is wrong without us going for further tests.”

On Monday morning, we informed the doctor that we were going to keep the baby, not go for further tests, and asked her to please take her red pen and write in big, bold letters the following on the test results: “Through the blood of Jesus, you are 100 percent normal.”

At our 20-week scan, I did not tell the doctor who performed the scan about the diagnosis we had received. I had read that they could confirm if a baby has Down syndrome by looking at the arteries of the heart. Not only did we receive the wonderful news that it was a baby girl, but also that our baby did not have Down syndrome! All glory to God! We named her Yerusha (pronounced Je-ru-cha), which means “inheritance.”

Thank you, Pastor Prince. Your sermons are still a priority in our household.