The other day traveling back home from Maryland, I saw my cousin’s baby she had lost at just over 2 months old in the clouds. It was clear as day to me. I saw her perfect head, her little ear and nose profile, and then her folded hands in prayer over her chest, much like in this picture captured before she was taken from us way too early.
About 10 minutes later, I saw the remains of a bad accident and knew why I saw her in the clouds. She was watching over us. It gave me chills! I only wish I had stopped to take a picture, but I was in awe and started praying with her. By the time I thought to take a picture, it was too late. I’ll cherish the memory though, and the peaceful feeling that came over me!