Welcome new readers! To catch up on Audrey's story, 
I made up the term "Sundays" to refer to my faithful readers, and those who have chosen to enter into our lives as we have journeyed the last year. You have become family to us, and whenever I need prayer requests, or want to pass along information, I just say "Hey Sundays!" and you know I'm talking to you:) BUT the most important part of being a Sunday is that it goes both ways. This is not a group of people who follow "Angie Smith," but rather a group of people who follow Jesus Christ and seek to be in a loving, life-giving community where we as believers seek to lift each other up as we strive to serve our Lord better and more deeply. It's not about me; it's about Him. Feel free to send me your prayer requests as well. I pray for every single one, and even if I am unable to write back to you, I am with you in spirit, walking humbly alongside you as we seek to love Christ more and more everyday.
It is the National Day of Miscarriage and Infant Loss, and like last year, I want to invite you to share your babies with all of us. I want you to know that each of them matter. I also want you to know that I grieve with you. I have received upsetting news related to this from someone close to me, so this year it feels even more weighty. All of us who have lost babies know that it isn't just one day a year.
It's Tuesday, when all the other kids are playing on the swingset.
It's Sunday, when you don't have one to bring to Sunday school.
It's Thursday, when you wish you could know what her favorite after-school snack would have been.
It's Friday, and you can't stop crying.
It isn't one day, it's every day. Relief comes in pockets but the truth is that there is a gap that cannot be filled here. I feel that today as the rain falls outside and the day beckons me to move in spite of my brokenness.
When I came to check my computer this morning, I found some horrible news waiting for me. We are not clear on all of the details but one of the slums that Crosspoint had begun to work with in India was completely destroyed by bulldozers. There was a school, a feeding center, hundreds of people...and now the very little that they even called a roof is gone. We don't know what will happen next, and the pictures speak volumes about loss. Please pray for these precious people. We trust that the Lord is with them and is going to work this out for good, but with human eyes it seems hopeless.
This world cannot mend us, but oh how I wish it could.
Please tell me about your babies...I want you to know I am spending the day in prayer for them.
May God bless you with unexpected joy and peace despite the ache.
If you have a moment, will you please click here to read about Wyatt's story and sign a petition on his behalf (and many, many other babies...). Tennessee will not declare his a live birth because of their laws even though he lived for two minutes. I don't agree with this, and don't believe they should classify this as "stillbirth." Please help have this law changed if you agree-you do NOT have to be a Tennessee resident to sign it according to what I have heard. Thank you so much...
With much love,
Angie
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