In the Arms of Jesus

 I only have one picture with my Bailey. It is a super awkward picture of me, but the only picture we have with him.

Earlier I saw a post that said, “and some babies only know the arms of Jesus.” This made me cry simultaneous tears of joy and sadness. I miss what could have been. I miss the joy we lost. I miss the cuddles and the smiles that would have been. But thank God He has Bailey in His arms. I never felt Bailey in my arms, but Bailey has only known the safety of Mommy’s belly and the safety of His Heavenly Father’s arms.



Praise the Lord, oh my soul. 




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