When I was seven years old, my mother had just given birth to a new baby brother. Like many young children, I was immediately consumed with jealousy towards my new sibling, and one night I broke down and cried for hours alone in my room. Although my mother had been very careful about not leaving me out, I still felt as though I was being replaced, and I couldn't stand the new baby. I cried myself to sleep, but sometime in the early morning hours, I was gently awakened by the sensation of someone sitting down beside me on my bed. I opened my eyes and saw a beautiful woman who was softly glowing. She was wearing the clothes that one might picture in Jesus's time, and she had the most peaceful expression. She was also holding a baby boy, and happily bouncing him on her lap. Both of them had gentle smiles on their faces, and they looked at me constantly. In that moment I realized that the bond between a mother and child is precious, and that I had nothing to worry about. The baby boy was indescribably beautiful, and he also showed me how wonderful a new life is. Although the encounter only lasted a few moments, it is something I will never forget. Those two beings were sent to me in an hour of pain, and I thank God for the lessons they taught me. God bless!!
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