How softly you tiptoed into my world, so silently, only a moment you stayed, but what an imprint your footsteps have left upon my heart.
I just read a very interesting post over at Everything is Under Control. Make sure you read the post titled Wikipedian philosophy lessons. This dear lady has lost two babies to still birth and no one can tell her why. She lost them almost a year to the day a part. She has a beautiful son who is 4 years old.

When I lost Garrett everything I believed in was shaken to its foundation. I was brought up in a pastor's house. I have been a Christian since I was 5 years old. I knew all the Sunday School answers. When Garrett got sick I prayed. Everything I knew about prayer came back to me. I did everything I knew to do. I prayed specifically. I had the faith that God would heal my child. HE DIDN'T. I know it was not his will to heal him, but I don't know why. Were my prayers not enough. Were the prayers of all those praying nationwide not enough?

My best friend,
Queen, lost her son to prematurity this past April. He was 6 and a half months old. People were praying for him, too. What happened?

I have said since Garrett died that I don't get prayer. I have listened to many explanations about prayer. I have read my Bible. I have asked for advice from dear friends. Queen finally understood where I have been coming from since we met.

The post I opened with pretty much sums up where I have been coming from for 3 years. I just wanted to be sure I shared her beautiful writing with you.