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Mourning Prayers

I've been absent from you recently. It's not your fault little one. It's really not your fault.

I'm just horrified. Again.

My love, I'm doing the best I can. To accept what you already know. To celebrate what your optimism maximizes. To be content.

Again.

My heart is breaking, and I don't want you to see. I'm sorry I've been avoiding your gaze, and I've been asking your brother and sister to do things I usually do. I've been neglecting everyone. And everything.

Sweet Chickadee. How do you stay so happy and lovely and content? When I just want


to scream.

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  1. Marisa @Loser for LifeApril 23, 2010 at 6:58 AM

    I am so sorry :( I can only imagine what you are going through. HUGS and prayers.

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  2. AnonymousApril 23, 2010 at 7:50 AM

    Oh honey... I can't say I know what you're going through, but as a mother I can imagine it, and even imagining makes my heart break for you.

    Don't hide from your sweet girl. Her simple, beautiful soul will help you pull through this. She stays happy and lovely because that is just who she is, pure and beautiful. And how could she be otherwise, with you as her mother.

    Please let me know if there is anything, ANYTHING I can do to help you through this.

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  3. CorlettaApril 23, 2010 at 9:49 AM

    Remember what is true! You are an amazing lady who was created by a God that desires for you to cast your cares and burdens on Him. Hang in there! By the way, PLEASE do not hesitate to send me an e-mail or something if you need more encouragement than just this comment! Love ya mama!

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  4. BarbaraApril 23, 2010 at 11:07 AM

    I'm so sorry. I really love Corletta's comment. Cast your burdens on Him. My thoughts and prayers are with you.

    Chickadee sounds like an amazing child. Treasure every moment you have.

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  5. AnonymousApril 23, 2010 at 11:29 AM

    I just love you.

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  10. Katie J ♥April 23, 2010 at 12:11 PM

    I love you too sweetie. I don't have any words of wisdom to offer but know I am thinking about you and praying for your family.

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  11. Tami@nutmegnotebookApril 23, 2010 at 12:53 PM

    I have no idea what it must be like for you and I don't know the right things to say or have any great advice to offer.

    What I can do is pray for you and your family.

    I sure wish you lived near by so I could be of help to you.

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  12. AnonymousApril 23, 2010 at 3:09 PM

    Oh...my heart aches for you. Your honesty and reaching out is one of the best things I think you can do. Hang in there dear.

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  13. ♥ Drazil ♥April 23, 2010 at 3:18 PM

    Let Go. Let God.

    We're all here for you.

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  14. ARJulesApril 23, 2010 at 4:41 PM

    There's nothing that I can say to make any of it better. But just know that we are all here for you.

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  15. UnknownApril 23, 2010 at 5:05 PM

    I'm hurting for you, honey. I can't imagine...I just hurt for you.

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  16. TitanThirteenApril 23, 2010 at 7:57 PM

    You're stronger than you know [[HUG]]

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  17. Julie V.April 23, 2010 at 9:25 PM

    I can't imagine your pain, but I hope that I can offer some words to help relieve it. You are a wonderful mother...you wouldn't be so heartbroken and anguished if you weren't. It's alright to let your other children help...we need to lean on eachother for support. I think sometimes in a disability there lies a gift...Chickadee may not understand what's going on, but it also sheilds her from a lot of hurt that we have to experience. God has given her a perspective and an innoscence that we can't ever have. Let it out and vent to Him. In the meantime, we are here.

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