The door opened and my heart sank as I spied across the room the woman who held my future in her arms. She looked peaceful yet questioning. And as I suspected, she had lots of things to say as we began our conversation. What surprised me most was how easy it seemed for her to place her baby in my arms, which she did almost immediately. It was at this time that the reality of what was happening flooded my awareness. The baby I longed for was finally coming into my life, yet MY joy was a direct result of HER sorrow. The very same baby I was privileged to receive was the same one she had to let go of. It was a bittersweet time, yet somehow I managed to choke back the tears until we were home with our new little addition. It wasn't until years later that I fully understood how wonderfully God's grace had adorned both of us mothers, each for different tasks in regard to this one little life. He had answered both of our prayers and it was nothing short of a miracle.