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We prepare to say goodbye

If we haven't been for the last 10 or so weeks, right now we are preparing to say goodbye. I heard a whisper in the second before my Dr. placed the ultrasound wand on my belly this afternoon, "she is with Me." I saw her tiny body on the screen and noticed how still she seemed. I held my breath, my heart pounding as we looked for her heart beat. None.
She is at rest with her Creator. Soon I will see my beautiful daughter's face. To the world's standards, her body will be very broken. But to God's standards, we will see beauty because she has lived her purpose: to point in honor to her Creator.
Pray that my body will have the strength to let my heart treasure each moment we get with her body. To God be the glory!

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  1. Anna- I have followed your blog and your pregnancy with your beautiful little girl. Your faith in our Lord amazes me. You are truly an inspiration to me!!! I am praying for you as you prepare to meet your precious little girl and to say goodbye. May God hold you in his arms, wrapping you in His love as you say goodbye. Thanks for sharing your story, your pain, your faith in our awesome God!
    Vickie Davis (Eric's mom/Molly's mom-in-law).

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  2. I don't know you, but I am a friend of a friend. I just wanted to say that your post has blessed me tonight. I've really been struggling with some things in my life and tonight at church they talked about finding your faith's strength amidst a storm. Even though you just experienced a great tragedy, you point to God, and with exclamation. I dream of being that strong and being able to focus everything I have towards the One that brings me out of all the muck and mire and makes it all beautiful and good. Thank you for being transparent and open, and don't lose that amazing love for God that you have. Your child was blessed to have you as a mother for the short time that it did, and I know you will be blessed in this.

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  3. Thanks, everyone. I have peace, as we move through this process.

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  5. I am a friend of Becca's (posting under my Husband's email address). I first heard about Evelyn through her post asking for prayer for her back in March. I cannot express how much of a blessing your blog has been. The faith you and your husband have is amazing. I am praying for you all during this time. That God will draw you ever closer to Himself and that he will heal your body and hearts quickly.

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