Author: Annaleece Merrill

I remember looking into the mirror at my face, swollen from tears and the physical toll of labor. My hair was wet; my hospital gown hung loosely off my body, and I ached. No amount of pain medication could ease the hurt I was feeling. Tomorrow morning, the baby girl …

“I am a child of God, and He has sent me here, has given me an earthly home, with parents kind and dear.” So begins the beloved primary song that so many of us have heard a thousand times. But have you ever stopped to think about what that really …