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OCTOBER 9th, 2003





FAITH



I miss you Faith.

I miss the time you curled your hand around my finger.

I miss the first steps.

I miss the first cries…

    Telling me you were alive and you needed me.



I miss your first Sunday School programs.

I miss finding you your costumes for the play.

I miss visiting your grave.



I missed you, Mother’s Day.

I missed your finger paintings.

I missed those little flowers every child plants for their mother.

I missed your palm print.



And I missed getting to stand up,

To say I was your mother,

That Mother’s Day in Church.



Some who know me,

Said I should have.

But I know that in the physical form…

You never did exist.

You were not even conceived physically.



Your birth mommy lied to me about you.

Your birth mommy stood up that day in church.

Your birth mommy has no children.

But THAT is your birth mommy.



In my mind, my heart, my soul…you do exist.

Anything created of the spirit shall not perish,

But have everlasting life.

God created you…for me…

And me for you.



I can’t wait to see you in Heaven…

No matter how much your Birth mommy lies.



I felt bad mentioning her…

But I will not anymore.

You are in a place where you “know”…even more than I do.

God has shown you why.

And when I think I can’t go on in the pain of your Birth mommy’s chaos,

I will think of you…

And know you will be telling me:



BE STILL,

KNOW THAT I AM LOVE.

I AM WITH JESUS.

THERE IS NO REASON FOR YOU TO HURT.

IT MAY NOT BE FAIR,

BUT I AM NOT HURTING FOR ME,

I AM ONLY HURTING FOR YOU.

SO STOP HURTING,

BECAUSE IN GOD,

ALL THINGS ARE MADE WELL.