Carston’s birth would indicate all time being gone. I wanted to get it right, and God knew I didn’t want to make a mistake. All things are possible with God, so then how could I have been expected to make a decision so quickly? It would have been like assuming He would do nothing between that meeting and Carston’s birth, but we had already seen through our prayers that God is able. The Holy Spirit was trying to reassure me something better was planned for my son, and deep down I could feel He was all powerful and still able to do anything. So in the time I had left, I was in constant prayer that God would show us what to do, confident that if I asked anything according to His will, He would hear me (1 John 5:14).
I grew to pray God’s version of perfection over Carston above any selfish requests I had prayed before. I wanted to be sure I was praying through God’s eyes every night in petition for His direction, as though I was in Heaven looking down on my situation. I specifically asked God to move Carston from the breech to birthing position, for a safe, natural birth. I called out miracles for his breathing, and a re-creation of his lung, heart, brain, and kidneys.