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I was praying the other day for wisdom and guidance and, as it often does in recent days, my prayers turned to questions of the why of suffering. Why my daughter?
This verse came to mind and with it, peace.
Not that I prayed for a child.
I prayed for this child.
I prayed for her, for our child, for Scarlette.
And that is what was granted us, this child, who's story was meant to unfold months earlier than we planned. This child, who I've been able to know and love in this world longer than most. This child, with ailments and heartache and tough times and all. Maybe I didn't ask for those, but I asked for her and that is the package she came wrapped in, a beautiful life presented to us in a time of suffering. I mourn the suffering for her because my mother's heart is heavy with her pain, but she is the fulfillment of my greatest desire and I would make this journey with her a thousand times over because…I love her. In the simplest way. In the most complex of ways. I just love her, this child of mine.
I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of Him.
Amen.
