There’s no pain like seeing your child in pain and knowing there’s not a thing you can do to help.
I remember the sound of my daughter’s cries behind the closed door as she told her husband that the doctor had said she might not be able to have a baby.
It was the unmistakable wail of mourning. That sound coming from my firstborn baby still haunts me, causes my stomach to knot when I think about it.
I heard it too many more times as a hopeful conception was followed by a devastating miscarriage…three times.
Another mama heard her son’s cries.
We were two mama’s with kids that had owies much too big for us to bandage or kiss away.
We prayed. Everyone we know prayed. People we didn’t know prayed.
The Lord responded, and today, two Nanas had a backyard barbecue, with a miracle.
The other Nana, with our youngest granddaughter, the little miracle…
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