In 1946, my then-infant mother fell out of my late grandmother’s arms while the two of them were being driven into town by my late grandfather in a buckboard. My mom’s little body hit the dirt road, rolled under the buckboard, and was run over. My late grandmother jumped from the still-moving wagon, dashed to my mom’s lifeless, blue body, and begged God for a miracle. As she prayed, my mother coughed and began to breathe again.
God sometimes allows innocent children to die, for reasons we cannot know. Other times He restores dead children to life. Again, the reason is beyond our ken.
True story.
Something to keep in mind when terrible things happen: when the little girl's eyes are destroyed, when the tornado goes right into the school, when the cancer "in remission" comes roaring back, when the baby dies.
What a story. A little bit more dramatic than mine!