The Heart of the Matter –by Willow Hillard We were residing in Mexico at the time, and life seemed good! I was a proud mom of a four-year-old boy, Noah, and four-months pregnant with a second child. Then disaster struck, and I lost the baby. Due to medical complications, I had to return to Canada in order to receive the proper medical treatment. My four-year-old came with me, but my partner was unable to join us. After two weeks of medical care, which Noah and I somehow managed together, we found ourselves homeless, scared and alone. After deciding to remain in Canada, we finally settled into a place. One rainy day shortly after, Noah and I sat cuddling on our couch. We began to talk about the baby I had lost. I told him I was heartbroken, but emphasized that sometimes God does not give you what you want, but what you need to heal. Noah then rose up off the couch, announcing he would be right back. I paid no heed and looked out the window at the rain. When Noah returned, he had his toddler-sized tools in hand, and carefully laid them out one-by-one on the couch beside me. He then picked up his small screwdriver, asked me where my heart was and began unscrewing small invisible screws. Surprised, I looked up and asked Noah what he was doing. “Mom, I’m fixing your broken heart,” he said simply. Seems God gave me just what I needed to heal—Noah. HIT SHARE