Her attention fell to the inscription engraved on the tombstone.
IN MEMORY
OF
OUR BELOVED DAUGHTER
ANITA MARIE ADAMS
1868 – 1880
She relaxed. Where was the body? Why wasn’t it buried? What were they waiting for?
Anita Marie delighted in the glorious celebration of stars through the window of her bedroom, snuggled deeper into the covers of her warm bed, hugged her bible, and thanked Jesus Christ for her life.
Her Tombstone was broken by The Cross.
The Beginning
