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This Little Girl This little girl was born with a love of God in her heart, In spite of years with a deficit of food and family bonding, The love of God grew to immense proportions within her. This little girl without toys or childish wants made God her universe. This little girl built a small wooden alter and placed it on her windowsill. Every day this little girl would talk to her God and ask for his love. The years would spin by and this little girl went to Catholic School. She learned her mass in Latin and recited it every Sunday at services. This little girl grew up and with God’s grace and married her love. She raised her child with God’s guidance with all good hopes for her. This little girl only wanted good things for her child with Gods help. She never lost faith of what would be in a world where she loved her God. Somewhere between her child’s maturity and her own middle age, This little girl lost the connection with her child she so wanted and needed. As a result this little girl thought God had left her behind. Then when this little girl lost her brother to an early death, she felt abandoned. She walked away from her faith but not away from her God. Mass was a thing of the past but prayer was hers every day of her life. It remained hers daily in the hopes that she could find what was lost. This little girl never gave up on her God and continues to hope for a better tomorrow.
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