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Stripped by hharper1
Had it been only 48 hours since the doctor had announced, "It's a boy!" then abruptly followed with,"Wait. His chest is caving in." Those words echoed in Abby's mind as she slid into the passenger seat of her husband's old rusted pickup truck just in time before a light rain began to drizzle.
How appropriate. Only a rainy day would be fitting to such a horrible afternoon. The drops of water on the windshield as they drove home reminded her of how her tears had dropped onto Andrew's little lifeless body the last time she held him.
How could in a matter of two days she experience such a wide range of emotions? Pain, Joy, Terror, Anger, and Sadness were just a few of the things she had felt since entering the hospital on Friday to deliver her son.
As they approached a stop light, Michael leaned over to her and said, "God's plans are far better than ours. We must Trust that."
How dare he? Why should she put her hope in God during this? It seemed that God had done nothing but strip her bare. She felt the anger rising and tears pushing forward as she forced an agreeing smile to accomodate her husband.
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