You search for the face of your precious baby

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Forever you live with a hole bored through your heart and soul; you search for the face of your precious baby in the face of others every day of your life; you silently weep on her birthday, Christmas - any time when the waves crash..... Time does NOT heal these wounds.

Even if you find your precious baby, you are faced with a new multitude of feelings; an extreme dichotomy - your shame, loss, turmoil and tragedy gather intensity.

NOTHING appeases or softens the pain of your stolen baby.

What kind of game of charades have you had to play all your broken years - just to fulfil the needs of a society, people, religious leaders - who crushed you with all consuming judgement?

Yet Jesus said, "Ye who is free from sin, cast the first stone."

The story is much bigger than I can describe at this time.

An item of interest, Helen’s adoptive mother, in her old age, would sometimes cry out in panic about finding enough money to pay ‘The Haven’ for her new baby. I wonder what that meant?

 

Forever you live with a hole bored through your heart and soul; you search for the face of your precious baby in the face of others every day of your life; you silently weep on her birthday, Christmas - any time when the waves crash..... Time does NOT heal these wounds.