I cradled the little rubbery model of a 12 week old fetus in my hand.

“You were only this big when your mother was three months pregnant,” I said to the little girl I was talking to.

Her eyes grew wide. “I was so little!” she said.

We talked about how God made her, planned the days of her life, and provided for her eternal life too by sending Jesus to die for her sins.

She had a lot of questions. Did brother who died as a baby go to heaven? And where is Jesus now?

But perhaps her...