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Give thanks in your heart and commit within to participate even more fully, even more compassionately, to be even a greater space of love for these people with whom you share the fruits and goodness of your life. We place all these relationships in the hands of God. Now gently call to mind the people with whom you are not in good relationship, the people or situations that annoy you, the burdens, the questions, the problems that you carry. Do not push them away. Do not allow yourself to become distracted. Rather call to mind all the burdens on your heart and gently, tenderly deliver them into the hands of God.

In the mind of God lies a perfect day. You surrender now who you were yesterday. And ask that the spirit of God enter into you and lift you up to the better angel of your being.


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May the spirit of God come upon you and smooth out all your rough edges. May the spirit of God come upon you and remove every burden you carry. A path lies before you of perfect grace. It exists. Take the hand now of your Divine guide, be it an angel, be it Jesus, be it the presence of an amorphous light, allow your guiding light to walk across the bridge from your old self lost in fear and limitation and ego and pain, released now to the possibility of unlimited grace and radiance through the power and presence of God.

Give meaning to my life, health to my body and graciousness to my heart on this day and every day. May your will be done for me and for all humankind. Skip to main content. The Miracle of Grace Surrender all your burdens. Marianne Williamson More by this author.

Dec 16, at AM. Here is a Morning Meditation for you to try: We see in the middle of our mind a little ball of golden light. I agree to the Policy and Terms of Use. About Author. Marianne Williamson is an internationally acclaimed spiritual teacher. A Return to Love is considered a Continue reading. This morning it happened to be a red popsicle. Tim arrived to help me put on my shoes, since the swelling and the size of my giant abdomen prevented me from finding my own feet. He drove me to St. Vincent Hospital. The specialist performed an ultrasound, and within minutes of our arrival, we knew that we were having identical twin girls and we had a name for the evil thing that threatened our precious children: twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome.

Immediately, whether in danger or not, we had dreams for them.

We now had a vision of who they would be. We named our daughters Faith Elizabeth and Grace Katherine. We chose those names based on the scripture For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith- and this is not from yourselves, it is a gift of God… — Ephesians The condition known as twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome is, in simple terms a situation where one baby gets too much nourishment, fluid, and blood flow and the other baby does not get enough. To help remedy the situation, the doctors performed several amniocentesis procedures to remove excess fluid from the sac that carried the babies.

I remained in the hospital for several more days. People prayed fervently for me and our babies as we all three were in a fight for our lives. The constant vomiting had done great damage to my stomach and esophagus. And we prayed for the lives of Faith and Grace, desperate to believe that our babies would be among the 20 percent who live through this condition unscathed. During the many ultrasounds performed, we would watch as Faith sucked her thumb and Grace swam wildly about.

I watched and learned about them as they were nestled safely in my womb, yet to meet the world. And I knew them because they were my own. At twenty-six weeks, an ultrasound showed that the hearts of Faith and Grace, who had struggled so to survive, were no longer beating.

The pain and shock of that loss, the word stillborn, the labor and the funeral plans were all a blur, as if happening to someone else. The voice that emerged from me was an unrecognizable, agonized cry from the deepest part of my heart. Both of them were gone before I met them. There would be no bedroom with a canopy crib and pink lace everywhere.

No daughters for my husband to dote over and protect. No sisters for our two-year-old son. No little girl giggles and Easter bonnets.

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They were ripped unexpectedly from us. It was as if the world stopped. For me, time stood still. My world, in an instant was a horrible nightmare that I had not even allowed myself to dream, but had come true anyway. During my labor, I looked out the window and watched snowflakes falling silently, so perfect and beautiful, just like I imagined our daughters would be.

When they were born, we held them and wept, and I sang Amazing Grace. Although they were bruised and broken, all I could see was their indescribable beauty. I had prayed that God would save them and I realized that He had saved them, just not the way I had in mind. They were in heaven, perfect and without suffering, complete and safe.

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The grief that followed was a relentless roller coaster. My physical and emotional health were in desperate need of healing. I questioned the strength of my faith. A year later, we conceived our fourth child. We were filled with apprehension and hope. An ultrasound in mid-pregnancy indicated an inadequate amount of amniotic fluid. There is no chance of survival. We felt forsaken.

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The darkness of that rainy day was consuming and hideous. I remember standing by the window in the hospital hallway, looking out into the pouring rain.

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I watched the raindrops trickling down the window in unison with the tears trickling down my cheeks. Maybe I could just make time stand still. Only then that would mean never moving on past this day. Sometimes the only way out is through a situation. In the middle of the night, I cried out and poured over scripture, searching for the answer to that awful question. I clung to the promises of God that He will never leave us nor forsake us. We were given a choice to induce labor early, terminating the pregnancy or to continue, knowing what outcome we would face, barring a miracle.

After a Holy Week filled with tears and searching scripture, we chose to continue the pregnancy despite the bleak diagnosis. The next four months tested our faith constantly. We prayed fervently for a miracle, hoping and wishing, fearing that staying pregnant could be causing physical harm and deformities to our baby because of lack of amniotic fluid.

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It was a great strain on our family. I spent time planning his funeral and yet, still somehow hoping that God would give us a miracle and save him. I lived from ultrasound to ultrasound, so that I could catch a glimpse of this quiet little child growing within me, knowing that this was my only time to mother him.

I wanted to cherish every gift, every moment. We chose the name Thomas for our son because through this journey, we learned about believing God without seeing.

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While a team of experts worked to save Thomas, I prayed and cried out to the Lord. I was immediately filled with that peace that surpasses all human understanding. I could feel the presence of the Lord, so close, as if I could reach out and touch Him. Although God did not work the kind of miracle that I had asked for, there were miracles that day. Thomas was beautiful! He was with us for six hours. We were able to hold him and pray over him. There were no scars on him and his limbs were intact.

There was no evidence that remaining pregnant without amniotic fluid had harmed him in any way. As he left this earth, it occurred to me that I had been given a great privilege. I had been chosen to sing to this beautiful baby as he went straight from my arms to the arms of Jesus. I was bathed in peace and an indescribable joy.