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Sunday, March 11, 2007

Some days it feels like it will never happen. Other days it feels like it couldn't have happened. Yet other days I feel as if I am in the midst of the worst of it.








Today I truly felt the hands of God scoop me up as a mother does to a fallen child. I was rocked gently back and forth. I felt the bosom of my maker, as I was held tight and comforted. I saw that it is going to be alright. I saw that I was given and am still given the strength I need to take another breath.

I read the words of a stranger. An email sent to my husband. Words that looked so simple on the screen yet were the words I needed to see. I didn't realize I needed to see them, I didn't realize I was being carried along by what they were this past year.

...In shedding tears for you at the anniversary of your miscarriage, I continue to think of you and pray for you often. I pray that you may know God's presence in a real way...

It is those words, those actions, the knowing...

It is on the power of the silent prayers of my brothers and sisters, some of whom I have never met, that I am able to wake up tomorrow. I see that God has empowered me to feel, live, love and heal.

I feel this still and know it is ok. Thank you all for your prayers, support, love, kindness, patience, help, hugs, tears, laughter, and so much more.

Thank you

  1. Blogger Jaci said:

    Love ya babe. We're praying for you.

  1. Blogger Melissa said:

    Love you Margie! You are amazing in how you have gone through the hardest year of your life yet continued to selflessly put others before you. For me you have continually made me part of your family. Fed me, loved me, vacationed with me(where's the pool??) like one of your own. It's in the little ways that you remind each of us how special we are that make you the incredible friend that you are. Thanks for being you! Love you and praying for you always!

  1. Blogger Leslie said:

    While at my desk this morning I had this overwhelming sense to pray for you. I didn't know why but had a vivid image of you in my mind.

    Just now I check in and understand why. The HS truly is amazing.

    You are loved and prayed over.

  1. Blogger Jodi said:


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