Lovingly Dedicated To The Memory Of My Precious Angel Daughter
Lori Bernard Wilson

A young girl who courageously faced and coped with illness and dying for all of her tender young year.
Her life as a dauntless Christian and her remarkable silence through the years of her pain-filled illness has truly made her a precious jewel unto the Lord.
The cry of her heaart was that the Lord Jesus Christ would use her to bring glory to His name, that others will see Christ's love is never lost or obscured.
She came into the world as an Angel unaware, lifting our hearts towards Christ and deeply touched so many lives, we will never be the same again.
To my husband Bob, without whose love, assistance, encouragement, and faith, I would not have been able to withstand the storm.

I have given much thought and prayer to writing this journal. It has not been an easy task. I have had to look deep within and expose my innermost self. Spiritual bliss to tears of sorrow. The mental and physical suffering of a young girl. The undying love of a mother. The anguish of helplessness to the brokenness of spirit. Carnal warfare that brings bruising and rejection to the spirit. Feelings of desertion, but never forsaken. The languish of illness to the welcoming joy of death. To be the keeper of the Lord's precious jewel requires dying to self.

The pain of a saddened aching heart of loosing someone you love, whether by natural death, accident, suicide or prolonged illness can somehow survive the darkness.
"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning" Psalms 30:5

There is no way I will ever be able to illuminate anyone to see the depth of my soul as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death with my young daughter. It is not necessary for anyone to feel my agony, but to see the Lord Jesus Christ
in the midst of my brokenness.

Dear Lord, I pray that your peace that passeth all understanding will reign in the hearts of all who read this memorial. Lord, I would also ask that you would place an anointing on this journal, and bring physical, emotional and spiritual healing
to all who read it. Heavenly Father, this journal is painful to write because of all the remembering I must do. I want to be sensitive and sincere so don't spare memories for me.
Lord, I want others to see how very precious life is and be able to identify with
the bereavement of loosing someone you love very much. We know that it is appointed unto man once to die, and when their time comes, rather for someone they love or themselves they will be able to face death. That when others have the feelings of denial of death, anger becuase it is happening to them, bargaining with God, sinking into depression until acceptance finally comes. They will realize these are all very normal stages in the dying process and they should not suffer condemnation for haveing these feelings.
I know now through hindsight that you directed my way through my loss, but please forgive me for getting angry with you and thinking you had abandoned us.
Thank you for your endless patience with me. I'm so glad you don't give up on us. I can look back now and say I am honored that you were able to use me in a meaningful way, in a difficult stage of my life.
Now, Lord, take those priceless lessons you have taught me and mold them into this journal.
When it is time for me to keep my appointment with death, I want to have lived so full a life for you that I too am able to say, "I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith:" 11 Timothy 4:7
Amen

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