I have always had faith and believed in God, but when my daughter was two years old I was so low in the deppression side of my bipolar that I had made a decision to kill myself that day. As I was laying in bed sorting out every detail, I heard the sweet pitter patter of her tiny feet headed my way, she climbed up on the bed and on top of my chest with her tiny hands crossed over my heart. She looks up to the heavens and out loud and out of the mouth of babes this little girl in her normal tone as if talking about Care Bears says God, please make my mommy want to stay with me. She didn't say anything else she simply hopped down ran back to her stuffed animals and scoops up an arm full and plops down back in front of the cartoon she stopped watching to do this. Wow, God put me in my place that day using the tiniest little girl. Famous grown Speaker's couldn't have reached me like she did. Not ony was killing myself a selfish after thought, because my daughter needs me, but I know she got that knowledge straight from Him, and that's proof if I have ever seen it!