She would have only lived to suffer. Yet others were so thankful their children were born whole because they prayed, implying I didn't. Yet there are babies born addicted to heroin, but whole. In soul searching, sins past and present surface. No one is sinless.
Guilt is added to anger and pain.
Surely you are not jealous, Lord, of a mother's love for her child. Frustrated, confused tears stream softly. I recall her simple faith, see the questioning look, and smile. I still have this child's light. I look with her eyes to the resurrection morning and find peace.