My precious child, It has been forty-nine years since you left my womb and went into the arms of Jesus. You are in a far better place than this broken world, but sending you there was not a decision that your father and I had the right to make. God gave you life but we decided, for selfish reasons, to take it away. We have repented before God, and we have repented to you. Words cannot express our sorrow for denying your God-given right to life. Finally, though, I have been able to see you as a person, and to grieve for you and for all that you might have been. You have always been our sweet but painful secret, but by God's grace, I have finally been healed. You are a secret no longer. Now your three brothers and your sister know that you are waiting for them in heaven. Even your death is being redeemed. God has given me beauty for ashes, with the opportunity to minister to other women who are ready to be healed from their abortions. We love you and look forward finally meeting you when God takes us home. "Those who sow with tears will reap with songs of joy." Psalm 126:5 With great love, Mom & Dad

Rebecca Richards