My little four year old LE, I think, has been teaching me something about prayer. A little about patience …
A recent comment, words of encouragement.
“You will again call God good.”
Pause for reflection.
I’ve cried out in anguish with a sorrow so deep there were…
For a time, my soul cried out.
“Why? Why Mattias? Why my baby? He was such a good boy. So sweet. So happy. Why?”
We were getting ready to leave. I don’t remember where to.
I went into my bedroom. I don’t remember what for.
I looked out my window…
Tiggy was never much of a snuggler. Most of my memories holding him involve him arching his back to get
So many firsts after the loss of a child. My husband’s first day back to work. Our first day back to school.
“I miss Tias, mommy,” my three year old tells me. “Me, too,” I answer. She’s looking in her lap.