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 On Friday evening, my divinely guided friend, Patty Lennon was helping me process something.
I was questioning & in fear about whether or not I was making a big enough difference in the world. If my work matters? If I'd get to the end of this life and feel good about what I'd accomplished? If my ancestors and future generations would be proud? Patty, who regularly has conversations with Beings who are not in physical form, told me that a group of angels said I was doing a good job. Okay, the message was nicer than that, but I'm allergic to people saying nice things about me, so my brain shut down and I don't remember the specifics. I replied, "yeah, yeah, that's nice, but I want a letter. I want a review I can read". Basically, I wanted impossible proof. I didn't expect to get it...  Did I ever tell you I had a miscarriage?
Probably not. Miscarriages aren’t widely advertised round these parts. This is why I had to find on my own that there’s something called ‘missed miscarriage’. I only know because I had one. A missed miscarriage or silent miscarriage is when the “pregnancy is no longer viable” but your body doesn’t know that so just keeps on tending that lost life as if one day she’ll be born. I was about ten weeks along. It’s still really hard to not add the qualifier- only. |
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