Lily's Hope Ministry annual etching set
April 5, 2021
In April 1984, I stood looking. We hadn't spoken to each other or breathed the same air, but I knew her. My mom really knew her, and that is how I knew her. Marie was her name and she was tiny. She was only 20 weeks gestation. She laid in her casket, still and silent. She was loved beyond measure, and in her true home, within the arms of Jesus. My mom was shattered, my dad was heartbroken. I wa...
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