[This former Baptist Man becomes a powerful, Catholic Evangelist]
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Prayer of Those Suffering Miscarriage
My Lord, the baby is dead!
Why, my Lord—dare I ask why?
It will not hear the whisper of the wind or see the beauty of its parents’ face—
It will not see the beauty of Your creation or the flame of a sunrise.
Why, my Lord?
“Why, My child—do you ask ‘why’?
Well, I will tell you why.
You see, the child lives.
Instead of the wind he hears the sound of angels singing before My throne.
Instead of the beauty that passes he sees everlasting Beauty—he sees My face.
He was created and lived a short time so the image of his parents imprinted, on his face,
may stand before Me as their personal intercessor.
He knows secrets of heaven unknown to men on earth.
He laughs with a special joy that only the innocent possess.
My ways are not the ways of man.
I create for My Kingdom and each creature fills a place in that Kingdom that could not be filled by another.
He was created for My joy and his parents’ merits.
He has never seen pain or sin. He has never felt hunger or pain.
I breathed a soul into a seed, made it grow and called it forth.”
I am humbled before you, my Lord, for questioning Your wisdom, goodness, and love.
I speak as a fool—forgive me.
I acknowledge Your sovereign rights over life and death.
I thank You for the life that began for so short a time to enjoy so long an Eternity.
– Mother M. Angelica
A Prayer for all of you, on this Thanksgiving Day
I did not learn until I was in my 40′s that My Dad threatened My Mom with a Coat Hanger. He wanted to abort one of my sisters. My Mom saved My Sister’s Life. Thanks Mom. You should have left Dad. He did not like me either. I was religious, and well he just had to take me down a peg or two. You should have left him, and then I wouldn’t have been born to have known the pain, I’ve been through. You should have had a clue, when you didn’t put out, while engaged to be married, and he cheated on you before you married, that that would be his signature pattern. I wish you had married a man who respected you. Then, maybe he would have respected his 5 daughters, too. You let him drive you and us to the edge, but I never jumped, because I know I have a Father in Heaven who loves me very much. I just wish you would have valued yourself more, and found a man who would value you and us girls. RIP Mom. RIP Dad. I hope you made it. If you did, it was only because I was praying for you. God bless you Dad. God bless you Grandpa. I forgive you all for not being saints or consistently good. There are millions of people with mixed emotions about Mother’s Day, but with me more so, Father’s Day. Seven times seventy, is the only profound thing I can think of right now. And, thanks Mom. Sis isn’t perfect, but I am glad you fought for her life, Mom. Thanks.