My First Zombie Story

Hey, Lovelies.
So I wrote a story about Zombies for a friend, and I thought I would share it with you. I don't have a title for it, so if you have any suggestions, let me know. :)
This is my very first story about Zombies, so be sure to tell me how I did. ;)

Alison walked this route every day. Two lefts from Mike's and straight past the old greenhouse.

Then, there was the old Matheson house. Everyone knew the story about that place. James Matheson was the one who had killed the three blondes. They found the bodies 2 years later in his basement. Or...what was left of them. Which wasn't much. The cops said it looked like James had pulled them apart with his bare hands - only one of the girls survived.

Alison shuddered at the memory. That had been one year ago.

She didn't tell many people this, but she had been one of the victims. The scars across the back of her neck itched whenever she thought about it.

Alison shook away the thoughts and continued on her way.

Reaching her porch, Alison looked to both sides as she climbed to the door. She bit her lip once more, anxiously, and walked into her house.

"Mom, I'm home!"

"Okay, baby." She walked into the room with Alison, wiping her hands on a towel. "Honey, Sam forgot his keys, and since you have that thing tonight, no one will be home. Could you drop his keys off, please?" She tossed a bundle of keys to Alison who caught it expertly with one hand.

"Sure, mom. Have a good night at work. I'll see you tomorrow."

Alison walked back out the door, once again checking both sides.

She exited the front porch and made her way to the Lumber Yard where she knew her brother was working these days.

When she got there, she was shocked to see Mr. Matheson hauling wood with Sam.

Alison yanked Sam aside by the arm.

"What is Mr. Matheson doing here?" She whispered,

"Working, Al. What does it look like he's doing?"

"Why is he here, though?"

Sam scoffed. "Bill can hire whoever he wants, Al."

She rolled her eyes, and shoved the keys into his hand.

"Mom has work, tonight, and I have that thing at school in an hour, so you'll have to let yourself in."

She waved and jogged away from the work site, hoping that no one would see her.

No such luck.

"Alison, hi!"

She sighed. "Hi...Mr. Matheson... What are you doing here?"

"I'm workin. Bill over there was kind enough to hire me."

"Oh. Well...I have to get going. I'll...see you later."

Mr. Matheson smiled. "I sure hope so, dear."

Pursing her lips, Alison made her way to the sidewalk once again. She rushed past the  powerplant, and toward her house again.

Sitting in her house alone, Alison opened her science book and read the title of today's chapter.

“The brain”

She lay down on her stomach, kicking her feet back and forth on the bed.

Alison jumped when she heard a thump at her window. She stared continuously at her darkened window for five minutes before she saw a tree branch knocking into the window pane. She laughed at herself and checked the clock.

Time to get ready.

Fifteen minutes later, she was on her way.

As she passed Mrs. Rosewood sitting in her rocking chair, Alison waved good naturedly.

"Careful, dear."

"Careful of what, Mrs. Rosewood?"

Mrs. Rosewood frowned and wrapped her arms around herself. "There's something in the wind tonight. I don't like it."

Smiling kindly, Alison waved again. "I'll be careful."

When Alison had gotten as far as the field by the school, a bitter wind rushed in to wrap around her.

She shivered and walked a little faster hoping that the heat would be on at school.

She rubbed her arms as she walked trying to keep warm.

Her dress caught on something in the dark, and when she reached down to untangle it, she found herself falling into the ditch.

The last thing she heard before she blacked out was, "I found it. I...found...braiiinnnnsssss.."

Alison screamed, but a leather-gloved hand clapped over her mouth, digging into her skin around her lips.

"I...found...you...."

And Alison fainted.

When she woke up, she could feel her hands being held above her by a chain. The all-too-familiar pain at the base of her skull roared up and down her spine.

Hot tears dripped down her face as she tried to open her eyes. Nothing. She whimpered, and it was greeted by a slap across her face.

She wailed into the gag she felt in her mouth. It was happening again.

+

Sam got home, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and plopped himself down on the couch. With a deep, satisfied sigh, he turned the TV on.

When the phone rang, he groaned and went to pick it up.

"Hello, Sam speaking."

"Hi, Sam. This is Miss Tans. Is Alison home?"

Sam frowned slightly. "Uh, no. She went to a school party tonight. She was going to make a speech, why?"

"She never showed up..."

Sam didn't hear what the lady said next, he was already hanging up to dial 911.

"Hello, 911, what is your emergency?"

"My sister! Alison, she was the victim of a serial killer- James Matheson. She is missing. She was supposed to be at school, but she's not!"

The man was obviously uninterested.

"Listen, son, we can't do anything unless she's been gone for a couple days. Have you tried her...BFF's house? Maybe they're having a little girl-on-girl time."

"Give the phone to officer Max Lucas."

"I can't-"

"Just give him the phone!!"

There was a sigh on the other line. "Hold on."

"Hello, this is Max."

"Max, Al's missing."

"I'll be there in ten."

+

"Please..." Alison pleaded, weakly. "James...stop..." He plunged another needle into her neck, etching new designs into her skull. She blacked out again.

When she rose from the darkness again, she found she could open her eyes. James stood in front of her, kicking things over, and throwing others across the room.

"It doesn't taste right! Tastes like steel!!!"

Alison's panicked mind reminded her about the implant she had. James had damaged her brain, and she had to get an implant to shock her brain sometimes.

James's outburst pulled her from her thoughts.

They were in a dark building. There were wooden boxes everywhere. James threw one at her, and it broke against her, driving splinters and a nail into her arms. Alison screamed with pain through the gag. An idea struck her. She bent her hand over, painfully grabbing the end of the nail. She began shoving it into the lock on the chains, hoping against hope that she would somehow shift something in the lock to unlock it.

When she heard other voices nearby, she screamed at the top of her lungs. James turned to her, took a syringe, and began slashing at her skin with it.

Screams and wails ripped themselves from her throat like the nail in her skin.

+

Sam and Max had 20 men out looking for Alison. They had been searching for hours with nothing to show.

A couple men had been asking to go home seeing as this was all volunteer work-it was after hours.

"Come on, Al. Hang in there. We're coming. I promise. We're coming."

"Max!!!"

One of the officers yelled in their direction, "Something's been dragged over here. It's not much, but it's the only lead we have."

Sam's gut twisted. He had to find Alison. His mother wouldn't be able to take another loss like their father's.

All the men crowded to the path, shining their lights at the ground. They walked for a half hour before they came to an old factory.

"Surround the building. Sam and I will proceed slowly."

Max took Sam's hand and placed a pistol in it. "Safety's off, Sammy."

A scream echoed through the air.

"ALISON!" Sam darted toward the building

"Sam! Wait!"

Sam kept running.

+

Alison shrieked when she felt the syringe pound over and over again.

Finally, Sam charged through a door in the wall. Sam. Sam.

A shot rang out. Two. Four. James didn't stop. He ran at Sam, and smashed him into a wall, ready to kill when Sam pulled out the foot-long knife he had gotten for his birthday, and he chopped James's head off.

Sam ran over, grabbed a key from James's coat pocket and released Alison. She toppled into his arms.

Before she passed out once again, she heard Sam say, "It's okay, Al. I've got you. It's okay. I've got you." And then to the open air, "Thank you, God."

Alison rested her eyes knowing she was safe in her brother's arms.

+

Sam carried his sister outside where Max took in the scene and called an ambulance.

A few blocks away, Mrs. Rosewood shook her head, clicking her tongue.

“I told her to be careful.”

Thanks so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed! The laptop I am using right now is acting up, so if there is formatting issues with the post today, I apologize.
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Blessings.

XOXO

Sunburn and Skinned Knees

Hey, everyone. I know, radio silence for awhile. Sorry! I am working on Sniper again. Hopefully I'll get some more up soon. :)

So today was freaky busy. I woke up, and two hours later went to the beach to watch kids in the water for some moms fr church. Right when I was done there, I showered, and went straight to a friend's to walk with some people we both know. On the way, I skinned my knees, and at the beach, I got sunburned. When I burn, I burn bad. And the walk we took did not help. So, I was laying in the shower trying not to hurt myself-yes, laying. I was in so much pain, I didn't want to stand-and I started composing this poem. Now, it sounded completely amazing while I was laying there, and then when I was done getting dressed, and tried to write it down, I forgot all the really good parts like I always do. Haha so, here's the poem I wrote. I hope you like it. I worked hard to remember it. ;)

Sunburn and Skinned Knees

The light dapples in
Throwing odd shadows
On the plastic surrounding me.
Like a strange sunset put there
To taunt my eyes

Each droplet of water
Is another arrow
Shooting new spikes of pain
Through my body

Hundreds
Thousands
Millions of drops
Per second
Splash onto my skin.
1,000
2,000

I could have avoided the pain
I could have stopped this
Not going to the beach
Not going on that walk

But oh, I would not take it back.

Not one second.
Every
Happy
Minute was another 
Happy
Memory

To add to my collection
And even
As I lay here
Rivulets of water
Washing down my red skin
I am making another.

You tease me
Like some cruel trickster
Happiness
Dripping down my back

Turned to cruel
Twisted
Pain
Running up my spine like a knife.

Oh, blissful pain
Would that I could feel
You to your full relevance

Instead, you trip over me
Leaving pain in your wake.

Like a torture machine.

This feels so bad
But so good.
Once the water is freed
From the contraption shooting it
Like a pistol in my heart
Onto my skin
It rebels against its maker
And trickles delightfully across me, sending delightful shivers
Into me
Only to betray me again.

Oh, sweet treasure
Would that your painful side were invisible
So
I
Could sleep
Once
Again.

I hope you all enjoyed. Take some time to like this below, and subscribe. Check out my HP account at hellopoetry.com. My name is Marisa Lu Makil, and the picture should be a girl trying to fly away, but she is being held down by a ball and chain.
You'd can find hundreds of my poems on there. Thanks so much for looking at this, I totally appreciate it.
Goodnight, Gems.

Blessings.

XOXO

Poem On A Sunny Day

Hello, Gems. Some of you may have heard about my phone problems, but praise God they are all resolved.

I wrote this poem a little bit ago, and thought I would share it with you. God has been good to me, lately. I have been having a rough time of it, but He always comes through. He finds little ways to make my day, and He takes my mind off of things that upset me. :)

WHY I LOVE HIM

I love
My God
Because when I am upset
And depressed
And angry
Sinful
Sad
And a swirling
Swirling tornado
Of emotions

And I say to Him,
"God, save me, I'm drowning"
He saves me.

And when life is so dim that I can't
See
A foot in front of me
And I am falling fast
Through the dark
I can feel
Feel His arms
Bearing me up
Wrapping me up
In the most comforting
Life-giving
Hug imaginable.

So there you are. I hope you enjoyed. Sort about all the random underlining. The app is a little weird. Have a blessed week. Shoot me an email or something. Love you, guys!

Brightening My Day - Even Though it's Night

Hey, everyone.
One of my best friends just said they love me, and it put me in a good mood. ^-^

It doesn't brighten my day
When someone tells me I'm sexy. I don't wake up and hope someone will tell me I should become a bikini model; I wake up thinking
"It's a beautiful day. My God loves me, and hey, I'm hot even if no one says so."

I wake up hoping that today will be better than yesterday, and maybe that I'll spread his word a little further today

What really brightens my day
Is when God takes the time
To say to my friends
"Hey, she needs you. Tell her you love her."

Not like in the romantic way. Just as a casual "Hey, I just wanted you to know that you mean a lot to me.
Thanks for loving on me,
I love you back."

That's what means the world to me. I'm getting more if that recently, and I just wanted you guys to know that no matter what gender you are, or how awkward or seems, I love hearing that I an valued. I have always had problems with self-esteem, and just hearing those three words brightens my day so much.
So thank you. Thanks so much to those of you who tell me on a daily basis. It means so much to me, so shout out to you.
You know who you are.
Yeah, this post is kind of short. Sorry. I was going to make this a poem, but it got too long, so that plan failed. Blog post was next on the list. :P
So, what's up with you guys? I would love to hear. I always love hearing from you guys.
Tell me how your day went, or what your are doing tomorrow, or what book you are currently reading, anything.
Thanks so much for reading.
As always, like this post, subscribe. And share with all of your friends so they can read, too. :)
I love you guys.
Stay awesome.
Have a blessed weekend. <3

"Put Your Arms Around Me"

Hey, everyone. :)

Here's a little something I cooked up over the last 20 minutes based on this picture.

 I hope you like it :)

Mercedes giggled as she was led over and through obstacles she couldn’t see.

“Where are we going, Luke?”

“You’ll see. Don’t take off the blindfold.”

“Come on!” she groaned good-naturedly, “I dressed for dinner! Where are you taking me?”

“You look great for what we are doing. Just a couple more seconds...and…” Mercedes felt him stop, and nearly stumbled into him. “Okay. Take it off.”

When her green eyes adjusted to the dark lighting, she laughed. “The Maxonn Theater? What are we doing here?”

“You know…” Luke said, drawing her up onto the old stage, “They used to hold balls here. They would hang chandeliers right there,” he pointed directly above them into the dark of the ceiling, “And roses there,” pointing to various places on the stage, “And everyone would stand right...about here.” He drew her to the middle of the stage.

“Stay there for just a second.” Mercedes laughed at the obvious excitement on his face.

He disappeared for a few minutes into the blackness around them, and then she saw him because suddenly it wasn’t dark anymore. In fact, a spotlight made her vision dance when she glanced up. She looked to see Luke pulling a bundle of roses in a pot to the side of the stage, and he moved a tripod camera so that it was facing her.

She laughed and smiled. Luke pushed a button on a laptop, and music echoed from unknown speakers around the room. When she looked back at him, he was holding a hand out,

“May I have this dance?”

She walked, doing her best to look dignified and took his hand. Her long white dress trailed in the dust, leaving a trail behind her.

When their fingers touched, he spun her around, and around, causing her dress to dance up in the air just high enough for her to look like a child.

As the music echoed around her, Mercedes sang along in her head. You can’t learn to fly on the way down.

Luke released her hand momentarily and she spun around, arms out like a bird. When she stopped to look back at him, he was on his knee, holding his hand out once again. Only this time, he was already holding something.

“Every year, on the anniversary of our meeting, I do something special, and I hope that every year, I surprise you more and more. This year I chose a solo dance. Dancing means everything to me-you know that. Dancing is a signature of love and passion mixed with every emotion that could ever be felt. You are...everything to me, Merc. Laughter, sadness, blessings, curses, you frustrate me, and make me the happiest person on the planet. You are the embodiment of dance. So…” He tugged at the collar of his white shirt. “Dance with me forever, Merc?”

She flung her arms out again, and danced over to him where she put her arms around his neck and laughed gently as he took her into his arms. Leaning her head near his ear, she whispered, “Yes.”

He swung her up into his arms, and she fell even farther in love with her Fiancé.

Have a wonderful week :)

The Little People

Hey, everyone.

So just a note before I get this post started, I am going to go through my old posts and start naming them instead of just using the date. It will take awhile, but hopefully, my blog will be easier to navigate afterwards. If you guys have any ideas about what I should name any posts, go to that post, and comment the name idea on it so I can pick one. :)

So the sermon just ended for my church, and tonight, the pastor was talking about how God used Jonah even though he was unwilling, and unskilled, etc. So that got me thinking about all the other people God uses, and the majority of them are the little people. David was a shepherd. Saul was bashful. Gideon was unwilling, Moses was a bad public speaker.
They were all useless in their own eyes - "not fit for the job description".
I often feel useless. I am terrible with that.

We are commanded in the bible to spread God's word to all corners of the earth, and yet, I am just so terrible at covering the majesty of God with only a few simple words.
There are so many other people who could do the job ten times better than me, but God has called me - a bad public speaker, only good with words on a page - to dare to try and describe his awe and glory.

Right at this moment, either you are thinking "she's too insecure." or "That's exactly how I feel."
Every one of us feels useless in some way. But ask yourself this: would God have called upon you to spread His love if He didn't think you were good enough for it?
Yeah - we are unworthy in so many ways. But here is one way we can even begin to repay our Lord.

God loves to use the little people. So even when you feel scared, or upset, or unworthy because we are just not the person for the job, remember that Jonah ran 3,000 miles and God still used him. Moses was used to lead thousands from slavery. Gideon was used to win an epic battle. David and Saul both became great kings. One God used as a lesson, the other, He used to rebuild His earthly kingdom.

God can use anyone and everyone. Even you.
The battle is brutal, my friend. Join the fight - every sword we win is another against the enemy.

Blessings, have a wonderful Sunday. :)

Jeremiah 29:11

Prayer Requests

Hey, everyone!

Sorry about the delay in posts! My friends have been going through a lot lately, and I'm trying to help them out.

That's actually what today's post is going to be about. I have five friends who need prayer and if you guys could just tale 10 seconds out of your day to pray for them, that would be wonderful.

The first one is DS. He is...struggling with his parents about some very particular things concerning his future, and he's just not doing well. He doesn't really want to talk about it which bugs me, because talking about something always makes one feel better. Pray that he would be given peace of mind, I guess and that his parents would see things from his perspective. I don't want him to end up doing something he hates, but also, we both know that he needs to respect his parents. So pray that he would be given the words to respectfully show his parents what he wants in life.

The second one is T. He has not checked in with me in awhile. His phone is broken, but I have messaged him on Facebook, and he sees the messages, but won't answer. I guess I don't know if anything is wrong in particular, but I do know that he is not a christian, so he can always use prayer.

DR, my "guy best friend" as always can use prayer because he is unconverted. He is supposedly going to ask a mystery girl out soon, so hopefully she will be somewhere near Christian and have a good impact on him.

K is unconverted, she also has 2 jobs and is struggling to keep up with school and life in general. Pray that soon she would be able to be with her parents.

H lastly. She is...at war with so many things. She has been broken over and over again and as her best friend, I am worried for her. She is a christian, but...her demons - shall we say - have been coming back to haunt her lately and I'm just worried that she will hold everything in. That is never healthy. She won't talk to anyone, and I'm just worried about her. I guess it's my mother hen coming out.

So that's it for now, I guess. Pray that Christ will help them through me or some other means. Also, I applied for a new, better paying job, so if you could pray that it gets accepted, that would be amazing.

Sorry for the lack of stories this time, guys. Gosh, it's been forever since I posted. I'll try to get something fun and entertaining up in the next couple weeks.
In the meantime, thanks for any prayers you may send Gods way for me and my friends. I appreciate it.

Thanks so much for reading! Please like this post, subscribe, share it so your friends can check me out, and Lord willing, I will post more this week. :)

Blessings in Christ.

Flatline

Here's something I just finished writing. :) It's pretty brief, only 800 words, but that's okay. :) I hope you like it. :)

Flatline

“I remember I was sitting one day on the curb. Dad had just told me he was leaving mom. He always had been closer to me than her.

I had just gotten out of school, so I was pretty down. What kind of a way to tell your daughter you are leaving is calling her on a phone?

I had tears dripping down my face when you just...walked by. Strumming on your guitar. Singing Hallelujah and then before I knew it, you were sitting in front of me, playing away, and singing and trying to make me smile.

“She tied you to her kitchen chair, she broke your throne and she cut your hair, and from your lips, she drew the Hallelujah.”

I don’t know why, but that made me feel...serene. There was something soothing about the way you sang and how your fingers plucked the strings like you weren’t doing it to impress anyone, you were just doing it because you wanted to.

You sat down in front of me, still playing, in the street, oblivious to the cars going by. A couple almost hit you, but you didn’t even jump.

Then you sang “When I look at you” and I smiled even though I had been crying. For those precious few minutes, I completely forgot about dad and mom and school and everything else. It was just me and you, singing and playing and laughing and smiling. Just like we always have.

I remember you asked me out that very night. Well, sort of. You told me that you were lonely, and so was I, and we were going to be happy together and we were going to go to dinner at Pilatza. I didn’t object. How could I? You were handsome, and sweet, and funny, I was lonely, and our hearts fit together even then when we first met.

We kept going out, and two weeks later, my dad had left, and I was crying again. You took me to the bay, and brought out your guitar and played “Kiss me”. So I did. I kissed you for the first time.

And when you sung “I think I wanna marry you”, we were 19 and had been going out for a year. And of course  mom didn’t care-she doesn’t care about anything. So we were married a year later. We used up all of your savings for the wedding, remember?

I can still see your face when the pastor said “You may kiss the bride”. You pulled me close and dipped me down over your knee, pressing your warm, live lips to mine.

I hated the marriage life at first, I’ll be honest. I had nothing to do all day. You made me quit my job, remember? And then when I did, all I ever did without you was read and read and read and even that got boring after awhile because finally my own prince charming was more appealing than the ones in all the books.

It didn’t take me very long to take back the boring life. In fact, this is me taking them back. I take it back, Alex Marchesun. I miss the boring life. I miss it.

Anyways, the doctors called me when I was browsing my book collection, and told me you had collapsed at work.

I rushed to the hospital, and it’s been two weeks. You haven’t woken up, and the doctors say you could be in a coma forever.

I’ve been meaning to tell you, babe. I am pregnant…

We’re going to have a baby.

So please...please wake up. Don’t leave me. I love you, and I want you to see this baby, and I can’t live without you.”

Alyson pressed her forehead to her comatose husband’s and gently lay her lips on his.

“I can’t live without you, baby. We’ve only been married a year. You can’t leave me. Please.”

+

When Alex (my father) flatlined, mom told me that she didn’t even know it at first. She just woke up and his hand was on her shoulder. She looked around, and at first, she was ecstatic because he was healed, but then she looked down, and he was still in the bed.

He had died,  you see. But she looked back at the man with his hand on her shoulder, and he winked at her like he had all those years ago, took out a guitar, and played a song he called “Never Alone”. Before she saw him for the last time, he slid his hand beneath her ear, and kissed her brow, whispering that he could always hear her. Always.

Mother only has a few stories about daddy, but I never get tired of them.

Foster Care Lack of Prayer

Hello, gems. :)

So I have decided to maybe to daily or weekly prayer ideas, or something like that.

Anyways, today pray for the children in foster care. Pray that they would come to know how much they are loved by their foster families, and by Christ.
I am praying today specifically for the foster child of a family I know. Their child (Wolverine) has been in and out of the hospital since February, and last week he was finally getting better, and got to go home, but then a few days later, he developed an intestinal infection, and now he is back in the hospital. They began treatment this morning.

Please include this family in your prayers. Where many are gathered, there Christ will be also.
This woman is being so brave and strong and I admire her so much, and every time Wolverine gets hurt again, she gets torn. So pray that Christ would A.) Heal Wolverine, B.) Protect the family, and C.) Comfort Wolverine's foster mother.

Pray for me also, if you would. It seems I have picked up a little bug, and I have a pretty bad sore throat and congestion and all that fun stuff. Pray that I will get better so I can attend church, and work, and all my other duties. :) Thanks

I am working currently on Sniper again. I have not been keeping up on Sarah Seleky O.O I am a terrible person. Haha.
Really, though, I need to get to work some more. I was wondering what you guys think should happen next in Sniper?
We left off where Ana and Alex are both running. She thinks he is Blüd, and he thinks she is being dragged away.
I will be ending it soon, hopefully rounding it off to about 40 pages. A nice short story. :) Short...ish. Haha

So I know a lot of you college students are out of school now!!! Congrats to the Seniors who graduated this year! Way to hit that milestone! Praise God.

What are all of you doing this summer? I have July as the birthday month in my family, so I am bringing people out to lunch on their birthdays.

Also, we are having a lot of distant family come to visit for a graduation in the family, and most of them I haven't seen in years, so I am pretty excited for that.
And then sometime in August, we are hoping to go to Idaho to visit my grandparents.

I don't remember if I told you guys about my trying to eat healthy, but I AM! So yay! Haha It is going pretty well. I cheat every now and then like anyone who is on a diet will understand, but that's okay. As long as you are doing what you want, go for it.
Though I do not recommend that if you want to be an ax murderer. If you do, I would suggest you give up your dreams and invest in a really good therapist. Haha

Thanks so much for reading today, you guys! I really appreciate it!
Be sure to like this post, and subscribe so you can get more!
Also, comment and tell me what you guys are doing this summer! I am so excited!

Blessings in Christ. <3
Love you guys :)

Facebook Famous Killer

Good morning, beauties.

I was scrolling down my feed on facebook just now and saw an article from fox17 about a woman who neglected her child. Her child has now passed. I won't go into gory details, but I just felt like I had to say something.
I have lost faith in humanity. I honestly have. I suppose that just means we need to trust God all the more.
I just don't understand why...how anyone could do that to their own child. There are some sick people out there, and every day I think there is no more faith for me to lose and then I just lose more. It's like a never ending hole. It never fills up.
My mom works for an adoption organization, so maybe that is why I am so sensitive to these things, but I just don't get it.
This small, barely breathing, Dependant child is yours, and how could you ever let it down? What could possess you to do something like that?
Tears come to my eyes when I think of this because that is a baby. It had so much potential and if you were never going to care for it, then you never deserved it.

Today, please pray for all the children in need. Adopted, foster, neglected, etc.
Pray that they will have the strength to push through and survive. And when they grow older, give them the sense and courage to let go and be held by their heavenly father.

Blessings to you all today.
Thanks for reading, gems.