Being six months pregnant and learning that your baby has a serious heart defect that will require three surgeries to live is a lot to take in. Almost too much. So many unknowns. Those three months were filled with tears and questioning.

During this time I kept hearing the same word in my head. Confidence. I felt like God wanted me to have confidence in Him. How hard is this, though, when a God who is so good is allowing this hard thing in my life.

I tried to surround myself with verses and people that would encourage me. I prayed things like, “help me to trust You.” Even when I wasn’t feeling very trusting. I need help to trust. “Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful.” Hebrews 10:23

Now fast forward to the day before Jace was born. We had a doctor’s appointment that morning and for multiple reasons we decided that I would be induced that night. We made the day fun and walked through city park, sat outside in the sun for a long time, and then went to the science museum and saw an IMAX. It was a fun day together where we were able to rest and reflect.

We had walked from the Ronald McDonald House to all these places, and planned on walking back. But God has a different idea. We walked out of the museum to a terrible wind storm. What was a beautiful, sunny day had turned into a terrible blustery afternoon quickly. We decided to take an Uber.

Our Uber driver was listening to Christian radio so I told him I liked his music and that we were believers as well. We told him we were going into the hospital to have a baby that night and he said “praise the Lord.” I told him that our baby would need heart surgery within the first week and he asked if he could pray for us. He prayed specifically for Kylan, and specifically for me. When he prayed for me he prayed that God would increase my faith and that I’d have (yes you guessed it) confidence in Him. Wow.

Isn’t that what God does though? Speaks to us so personally, even if it’s through a man I’d known for 5 minutes.

Our Uber driver told us he was a pastor in downtown Denver and that he was praying today for the opportunity to pray with someone.

During our final hours of waiting for baby Jace, God sent us peace. He sent us someone that would remind us that God was near. God is near to the broken-hearted, the worried, the anxious. I will never forget this moment where God increased my faith, holding hands with my husband and our Uber driver.