Marie Teague 
Lord, I thank you for memories.
Memories of my children, living and gone.
Of hopes, dreams, love…not lost, just postponed.

Lord, I thank you for health.
Not just physical health, for we know that people who are perfectly healthy
(unborn babies) can just as easily die as the old and infirm.
No, I thank you for the health of my soul…a soul which has been torn and
left to die, only to find new life and vigor in the shadow of suffering.
A soul which dares to love beyond the grave.

Lord, I thank you for my babies who have gone to be with you.
Keep them safe and warm till we all meet again.
I would not ever want to suffer their dying again.
But would not trade them for life itself.