As Wyatt entered the hospital room, Liz looked up at him and could not contain the swell of tears that filled her eyes. Not understanding the source of her emotion, Wyatt attempted to comfort her.
“We’ll get another girl, yet.” He encouraged. At his words, Liz began to sob even harder. Why, that was the farthest thing from her mind. Maybe someday they would have a girl but for now she was thankful, so thankful for the precious baby boy nuzzled in her arms. After Patricia Jane, she had feared that another child was impossible or would suffer a similar fate as their little angel. But here he was, a perfect healthy baby boy, sleeping peacefully. Jerry Wyatt was truly a miracle to her.
She didn’t bother explaining, but let the tears flow from a heart overwhelmed by God’s grace.
Amie Sexton
Copyright 2002
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