Grains of Sand
Tiny sparkling diamonds,
The result of years of polishing by an unrelenting master.
Thrown carelessly on the shore.
Tossed aside only to be pulled back.
I cup my hands around the stunning beauty
Trying so hard to hold their glitter in my grasp
But along with the water, the sand seeps through my fingers
A few tiny grains remain
The only hopes and dreams I have left.
The result of years of polishing by an unrelenting master.
Thrown carelessly on the shore.
Tossed aside only to be pulled back.
I cup my hands around the stunning beauty
Trying so hard to hold their glitter in my grasp
But along with the water, the sand seeps through my fingers
A few tiny grains remain
The only hopes and dreams I have left.
This is a call to prayer for a few lovely ladies for whom my heart is heavy - and who can understand the above sentiment. Each of them has suffered a miscarriage (or more) in the past, and each is currently in the early stages of another pregnancy. Please join me in prayer for their tender, fragile hearts as well as for the child growing within them. Let's all agree in prayer for peace, health, and a successful pregnancy for each of them. Can we do that?
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