God needed another angel, so he took mine.

These are the words that my mother spoke and that have been getting me through the past few days. It truly has been hard. I am happy to be at the point where I am with my faith, because without it I don't know how I would make it through.
I spoke to my Pastor this morning after church, and when I told him he gave me a few words to help me get through my grief, he said "everyone has a mission in this life, and your child had a short one, but it was completed perfectly, now as you heal remember to turn your pain into Love".
This will be something that will stay with me in these next few hard days.
I know that I have many people praying and supporting me through this ordeal, and that even though it hurts so bad, there must be a reason behind it.
I remember when my friend Beth had her miscarriage she reflected on how her name meant "house" and she was able to be a house to her gift from God even if just for a little while.
Well I was named after "St. Anna" who was the mother of the virgin Mary, and she was able to give birth to the woman who carried our Lord Jesus Christ, so I will take her strength and make it through.
Sorry for my religious rambling, it is how I get though the day.
Please keep me in your thoughts in prayers as I continue to heal my body and my soul from all this pain.