I recently met a woman at church, who looked with amazement at Lucy and asked if she was my daughter. When I said yes, she told me that about a year ago she had been praying in church for discernment about whether she should be open to life again. She told me that suddenly Lucy, (who she had never seen before or again until we met), came up to her where she was kneeling.
Before she could go any further with the story, my new friend's eyes welled with tears, and all she could say in a voice choked with emotion was, "Betty, your daughter is an instrument of God. She is an instrument of God."
