I can feel your pain in your words. My heart hurts with you, if I could I would reach out and hug you. I hate this system that doesn't care about children. Oh how it hurts. Keep praying for your miricle. With the faith of a mustard seed God can move mountains. My children were taken and they came back so I know first hand how you feel. I wanted to die! God lifted me out of that place and placed me on his High place. Praise be to God, I adopted my children and they never have to go back again. It is so painful, and I am believing for a miracle for you.
Where two or more are gathered in my name their am I in your midst.
Don't give up! Hang on! If you ever want to talk you can contact me anytime.
The Journey