And then, a little blip on the work visa. We were about to apply for one type of work visa and had to change to another type of work visa. It meant some hurried paperwork and maybe a road trip to the PNG embassy in Washington, DC.
The blip grew. The new work visas usually take 6-8 weeks to process. We only had days until our flights departed. But we had hope that God could move it through quickly if He wanted to. The blip grew again. The PNG work visa office closed early for Christmas, and the work visa application couldn’t even get filed until the office reopened on Jan 9th. That was going to be a long wait. We canceled our flights. We sent you a newsletter update.
We wondered what God was up to. He seemed to open the door, then close it right back up again.
Then, January 6th, we received some surprising news. We have a new baby on board! Yes, we are pregnant.
This was a joy and a surprise and a shock. It was also a source of great trepidation; the grief of losing our last son, Samuel, at 15 weeks, is still heavy on our hearts.
Because of the loss of Samuel, our health care providers have Candice on a new regimen of medical interventions. We also scheduled an early ultrasound to make sure everything was alright.
According to the ultrasound though, everything wasn’t alright. The doctors pointed out a few things and came up with a medically accurate, but harsh, two-word summary: “Threatened Miscarriage.”
The Lord can do whatever He pleases. His will is good and perfect, and He uses all things for our good and His glory. But this is also a sin-broken world where things don’t go as He designed them, and sometimes we have to just live with the consequences of sin in the world. God will use them, but we still have to live with them.
So we waited for the hard things to run their course. Two weeks later, we went for a second ultrasound. We went to a clinic about an hour and a half away that specializes in complicated pregnancies—but more importantly, it is a faith-based clinic that loves little lives. We thought, at least, they’d be able to share bad news more gracefully.
That ultrasound came back clean. Clean! To paraphrase the medical staff, “I see nothing concerning here, everything looks as I’d expect.”
So here we are. The little one is about 11 weeks along and as best as we can tell at this point he or she is doing well.
Praise the Lord for His mercy!