Today I’m thinking about my baby lost. Some days are fine and I swim along with the current of life. Other days I nearly drown in remembering, and my arms physically ache to hold the baby only You know. Today, will you send me some peace? The kind of peace that makes no sense, so I know it has to have come from You? Lord, would You hold my baby extra-tight today, giving them a sweet squeeze just from their mama? I really miss my baby today.