April 11, 2009
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Nick Adenhart.: You are
beautiful.
An angel is
going to take care of you. Not me. Him. (Points to the baby in his room.) You
don’t know what is going to happen from this child. From this child.
I died so that
others can see the beauty of the miracle (Life).
Our God will
have a miracle of justice. Not just with the coffee pot (Nanna’s espresso pot I
got today) For J. He thinks he can smite the face of God…shhhh…shhhh (gestures
with hand) God is going to crush it. (ed - Nick Adenhart makes a reference to my 'baby daddy')
C: Our son will
be okay?
Nick Adenhart. : He will be happy. God wants you to take good care of it sweet joy will overwhelm
you. (tousles my hair, sees my grown-out roots and gives it a kiss)
This is what I
have to say: I pitched my
last pitch. What a great night I had. Your night is coming/about to arrive. God
will marry you.
My pupils were
fixed and dilated but my heart it kept on working. Not for the one that kept
beating. My other heart. The one that is talking to you now. It is family
that lights the path to holiness and Heaven wants for it to pass so merrily.
God loves you. You are tired. Now rest.
NJA #34
