Why, my Lord--- dare I ask why? It will not hear the whisper of the wind or see the beauty of it's 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 sounds 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, may 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 a short a time to enjoy so long an Eternity."

p.s this has nothing to do with the miracle that is growing inside of me.

Today should have been the day our baby angel should have entered this world.