often, i find myself imagining how painful it would be
to lose a child.
especially a baby or a toddler.. that priceless age when they are
the cutest and most forgivable.
every time i imagine this my stomach drops.
i breathe a prayer, begging God not to let that be in His plan for me
and then i finish with a prayer of protection over all of the
babies in my life.
the most blissful moment, the prettiest sunrise, the kindest words could never overshadow this kind of devastation.
it is the pinnacle of sadness,
and you never get over it.
with so much pain and suffering in this world,
and the lingering effect that they bring,
it seems the Bad still outweighs the Good.