THE FLOWERS SENT by my publisher after the death of my husband were beautiful. The red and white roses, settled amidst the drama of orchids and the soft gracefulness of blue hydrangeas blended together in a stunning Christmas arrangement that lifted my spirits in the sad days following my husband’s death. Now the flowers were dying. As I gathered the…
I SEARCH THE HEAVENS, looking for what is unseen by human eyes, wondering where you are, what you’re doing, longing to touch you again, longing to hear your voice. The partition between heaven and earth is vast and is not to be traversed by the living. You are on one side of this vast chasm, I am on the other….
At Christmas we celebrate the birth of Jesus as our Savior. That, of course, is the most important thing about Christmas. But Christmas is also a time we want to be with family and perhaps—for just a moment—linger on memories of Christmases past. Two months ago I lost my brother. During my years as a young girl, he was my…