Once I had a little rose closed up inside my womb
But Jesus called her to come home before my rose could bloom

Tuesday, June 14, 2016


My brother asked me recently how I felt about fourth children. It was his way of announcing that he and his wife are expecting their fourth child. He asked me this before our youngest, Marjorie Grace, was born. It didn't occur to me until after I'd hung up with him that Margie is our fourth, and then I felt guilty because while I didn't exactly forget Donna Rose, I didn't automatically include her in my mental list of my children. 

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