One year later I was at the Delta fair. I was standing alone, watching my boys ride the horses. When suddenly I caught a glimpse of a little angel, he was wearing that khaki jumpsuit or I wouldn’t have recognized him. His foster dad was lifting him to ride on his shoulders. His foster mom and two older people (grandparents?) were looking up at a smiling Quinton and completely beaming with love and admiration for him.
The world stood still. I was standing there crying when my husband came up and asked what’s wrong. I couldn’t speak so I pointed. The dad placed Quinton back to the ground and I watched him walk away with a limp but he was no longer dragging his leg.
I was twenty-five years old then, and have never doubted since that time the awesome love and power of God and I’ll never forget what He showed me on that day. My Lord did not want his child feeling guilty.
I love you Quinton ... and until I die you are in my heart and my prayers!!!!! And most of all I love you Lord.
