Brad

“I whispered. “I’m scared God’s gonna take my baby the way he took Rhoda’s. I done wrong, but my baby ain’t done nothin’. Rhoda’s boy was so small and helpless. How could God do that to him?” Bertie held me the way I’d held Rhoda. “God’s ways aren’t our ways, child. Sometimes it’s impossible for us to understand why things like this happen. Other times, he makes it clear. Like when there’s somethin’ not quite right with the baby.” She sighed. “But as hard as it is to accept, we have to trust that God knows best.”
― Michelle Shocklee, Appalachian Song