This sweet girl has been under the weather this week. Last night I was holding her up in the bath tub trying to cool her down… the water rushed slowly over her hair, down her cheeks, inching towards her toes.
Her eyes were closed. Such a tiny body, so exhausted.
As I held her and talked to her, I couldn’t help but think of all the litttle ones in the world battling serious illnesses. Little bodies fighting off big diseases. Mommies begging for their tiny ones to be healed. How for some, serious illness is the norm.
It’s heartbreaking. I used to ask and beg, why? Why for those families. For those tiny innocent bodies.
Now I just long for heaven. Heaven where there is no hurt, there is no sickness or pain. The curse is gone.
Sweet Ainsleigh in the midst of her bug kept checking on me… “happy? mommy, happy”…. it’s almost painful how sweet and tender they are. Her spirit is the definition of beautiful. From the moment I met this one, she has oozed with the most gracious, tender spirit.
I love you Ains.
Tonight…prayers for those who have hurting babies.