It is almost physically painful to see kids born around the time Peter was, and to be with their families. To see their kids, far surpassing mine, brings again the pain, the fight to be content... the need to remind myself yet again that my Father loves me, that everything from His hand is GOOD, that my child is a gift... I don't ever seem to get used to it. I have to fight it out again every time...
Heaven comes. Remind me of that.
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