Last year Mark ordered roses from a well know catalog company. The although the catalog extolled of the individual flower’s unique beauty and aroma, I was sorely disappointed when I opened the cardboard box to find the ugliest bunch of stems. I am not sure what I had expected but this lifeless looking twig looked [...]

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Sundays pose the most difficult of days for me. My vulnerability before the Lord tenders a heart haggard from the trials of the week. Tuesday I returned to work. Wednesday I signed the children up for Social Security. My tears poured all over the sweet lady behind the desk. I tried to sleep my way [...]

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Last night I cooked dinner for the first time since Mark’s death. Before yesterday we ate whenever we felt like it; we did not eat as a family. In many ways our meal was not much different from the table gatherings this summer. Mark occasionally sat with us as a family but most of the [...]

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