"Before I formed you in the womb I knew you".

-Jeremiah 1:5

Little did we know how significant this scripture would be in bringing our son into the world. I can remember long before dating my husband, the Lord gave me a dream that he would be my husband and together we would have a son. Three years later, we were married and pregnant with our son. The joy and happiness we felt was indescribable. As we continued to celebrate our pregnancy with friends and family, I became increasingly aware that something wasn't right. I remember waking up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and having this intuition that something evil was watching my child. I would hold my belly and hurry back to bed in the safety and protection of my husband's arms.

I would express to him these feelings I had, but neither of us really knew what to make of it. Then, came the day that I was driving home when I heard the Lord speak so clearly to me. He said "Get ready, you're going to be attacked near the end of your pregnancy". I was startled, but not afraid. I knew the warning was out of love and I wasn't to fear. I called my husband right away and told him what the Lord had told me. He said "What does that mean?" and all I could say was "I don't know". In hindsight, we probably should have started praying heavily at that time, but we had so much joy being new parents that it was all we really thought about. Then, on the day of Good Friday, I went in for my weekly prenatal appointment. I was told that a previous ultrasound showed a tumor on my baby's heart, a Rhabdomyoma. My midwife Sarah immediately sent me for a second ultrasound.

As I laid there I could see my son's heart beating, it seemed so strong and yet there was a tumor on his heart. We were told that it was a genetic mutation and that his body didn't produce a hormone needed to prevent him from making tumors. The tumor was benign, but he could have more, he would be mentally disabled and he had an 80% chance of being severely mentally disabled. We were told that he could have multiple aggressive seizures daily, as well as moderate to severe autism. Tears rolled down my checks and all I could do was let out a deep cry of pure agony for my son. I felt as though his life was taken before he even had a chance to live. My husband put his arm around me and said, "Everything is going to be okay babe". The Doctor, I'm sure not wanting us to be in denial looked at my husband and said "No it's not, this is really bad". I watched as the two battled back and forth.

The medical doctor and science against the strong faith of my husband. As we drove home my husband looked at me and said, "Babe you knew we were going to be attacked, God told you this a long time ago, our child will be okay". When I looked at him something changed in me. I said, "Do you believe our child will be healthy?" and he confidently said, "Yes I believe". Something shifted at that moment, I believed him and more importantly I believed in the God we both serve. I decided to repent of fear and unbelief and I made the conscious decision to cast out all fear and unbelief. Every night after that became a battle. Jeff would hold my belly, pray in tongues and declare life over our child. He would curse the tumor and command it to leave in Jesus name.  I remember one time crawling in his crib, holding my belly, and envisioning hiding him in the shadow of God, where the enemy couldn’t find him.

I started speaking of all the great things he was going to do and I shouted out to God, "Take this from my son and you can have him". "Whatever you want, use him to bring many people from different nations to you". I yelled out, "I’ll give him back to you!". I knew the Lord was beside me, holding me in his crib as I held my son. A couple hours later my best friend Val called me saying that she had the strangest vision of my baby being wrapped in a map. She wasn’t sure what it meant, but I knew right away.

This only strengthened us to keep fighting. My great friend Susan would hold my belly and pray for Jeremiah. One of the most powerful times I experienced the presence of Jesus was when we broke bread and took communion together. I’ll never forget feeling the intense power of Jesus in that room. Daily we fought and then we were brought to a place of rest. We were able to stand there and do nothing as God fought for us.

It’s weird to imagine but I remember feeling nothing but pure peace and joy. It was the one time in my pregnancy that I absolutely loved and enjoyed being pregnant.

I lovingly cherished every little kick and hiccup, I was no longer concerned because my faith became stronger than any unbelief I previously had.

One of the last nights I prayed with my husband, he held me and together we started thanking the Lord for his son Jesus, we thanked him that the veil was torn. We could go straight to the father because of the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. We took communion and declared the veil was torn. That's when I had a vision and I saw the number 28. I looked at Jeff and said, "Our child will be born the 28th". I told him that I saw a picture of the number 28. What's amazing about the number is this scripture.

Exodus 26:2

"All the curtains are to be the same size--twenty-eight cubits long and four cubits wide."

This is referencing the curtain that separated the priest from the holy of holy's.  The same type of curtain that was torn, on Good Friday, when Jesus was crucified. Good Friday, the day we were told by the doctors about our son's tumor.  The veil that separated men from God, which after being torn could no longer separate men from God or our son from his healing.

My water broke on the 26th and on April 28th our son was born.

He was absolutely beautiful, more than beautiful, he was perfect. 10 little fingers and 10 little toes. He was gorgeous and everything I ever wanted in a son. He was everything I prayed for and far more. Shortly after his birth, he was taken for an Echocardiogram. We watched as they took pictures and measured every part of his little heart.

We then waited and held on to our faith that everything would be okay. As I sat in my room nursing my newborn the phone rang, the Doctor called. "Mrs. Wiederhold" the Doctor said, "I don't know how to explain this, but the tumor that we saw twice well, it’s not there anymore, it's gone!"

She said, "I don't understand what happened, but it's not there". "After examining him, he appears to be perfectly normal and healthy."

"Yes, Gone." Those are the only two words I heard! Once we heard that we were so overcome by the love of Jesus Christ. We cried and I was overcome with intense tears of joy and victory. We can never deny him, we can never say he isn't real and he isn't who he says he is. We can never say that the word of God and the Bible is a lie. There is no lie in him. To this day Jeremiah is a living miracle. Free from genetic mutations, tumors, seizures, mental disabilities and everything else they thought he would have. Today we celebrate you Jeremiah and all that God has done for you. You son belong to God and you will do mighty things for Christ. We love you so much.

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