Proof The Bible Is True

Empty. No other word described how I felt. I’d lost the baby I’d carried for six months. Six months of planning for the daughter I’d named Angelica.

 

The loss of the baby had been too much for my already rocky marriage, and my husband and I separated. Now there was just Jordan and me. My son was my pride and joy, but he was only three. How could he give me the comfort I needed so desperately?

 

Jordan had looked forward to being a big brother, and I took him in my arms when I came home from the hospital.

 

“Angelica is with God and the angels in heaven,” I explained. There was such innocent acceptance in his face. It wasn’t that easy for me. I wanted to believe what I told him with all my heart. But my heart was broken. Angelica was gone.

 

Read More: A Heaven-Sent Teddy Bear – Guideposts