Sitting in church seeing all the little girls and babies dressed in their Easter dresses, bonnets and frills. I miss you a lot today. I miss what you could be. I miss what I feel you should be.
Thank you Jesus for giving your life for my sins. That is my hope. This gift He has given to see you again, though I am undeserving of His grace and His mercy.
I imagine God must have wept terribly for His son.