Marty Copeland breathed a contented sigh as she climbed onto the exam table in preparation for a sonogram. Her husband, John, held her hand and laughed at the antics of their 4-year-old daughter, Courtney. “I’m gonna see our baby!” Courtney beamed as she made the announcement. “That’s right, honey,” Marty said. “We’re all going to see our baby.” Courtney was a living, loving, wiggling, giggling testimony to the goodness of God. Many times over the past few years, just looking at Courtney had given Marty the strength to hang on to her faith for more children. It had been with a sense of divine destiny that Marty had married John, Kenneth and Gloria Copeland’s only son. Marty and John desired to have a large family. Not only that, they were also acutely aware that the Copeland name would end with John unless Marty gave birth to a son. She and John stood on the Word of God and released their faith for children. At every meal, John prayed, “Father, I thank You that Marty’s preg...