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Some children come into our lives and leave quickly. Some stay for a while and leave footprints on our heart, and we are never the same.
Ellie was a child whose mother died in her arms from a drug overdose.After enrolling at St. John's she never joined in with the other children. Three years later the class was asked to practice letter writing.
Ellie said, "I wrote a letter to my real mom. I wish she could read it."
I said, "After my dad died, I had a lot of things I had wanted to tell him. I wrote him a letter listing everything I wished we could've talked about. I took it to his grave and read it aloud. I left it there. I put them on paper and gave them to God."
Ellie said, "Do you think grandma will let me do that?"
I talked to grandma.
Ellie took the letter to her mom's grave and read it out loud. She said, "One day we talked about God's love, and how we are never alone. You said that if we were hurt or afraid, to be still and tell God what we're feeling. You said we can feel God's arms around us, and we can feel His breath on our cheek. That's how close He wants to be to us. I did that. I don't know if it was the wind, or God's breath, but I felt it on my cheek, and I felt happy again."
Ellie left her footprints on my heart and I will never be the same.