I spoke to a seven year old, her sparkling black eyes staring into mine as she listened. She was leaning into me as she faced me, two dark braids on each side of her rounded smiling face, her front teeth missing. I said God chose her soul to be with her Mommy and Daddy, adding that He also picked their souls together to get married. Gathering up on her knees upon the chair, she asked if God picked her mommy and daddy’s soul to be with each of her grandparents, then picked her grandparents souls to marry. Her shiny eyes pictured the generations back of souls God had chosen out of love, bringing her exquisite laughter and joy!
~Marie T. Morrison~
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