Sunday evening here in Fresno, California. As I sit here writing new posts on my blog I look up at my desk and see her. She is in a 10 inch frame of silver. Wearing her favorite pink colors and smiling at me. I feel like crying but I don't because it will stop me from writing about her and how precious she was to me. They say time heals all wounds but these wounds will never heal for me. Jeannette died in such an awful way and it was not fair. My baby was in pain and nobody could take it away. I feel guilty at times just because I could not help her.
The highest pinnacle of the spiritual life is not happy joy in unbroken sunshine, but absolute and undoubting trust in the love of God.
He cares, I know He cares, His heart is touched with my grief;
When the days are weary, the long nights dreary,
I know my Savior cares!
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