Joy and pain are so opposite, yet ultimately connected, like twins in the womb before division. You cannot be rid of one without losing the other. Where one is, the other follows.
Somewhere, somehow, there is beauty even in the pain
. You have to sit still, waiting, watching, listening closely. Sometimes the beauty is very quiet, like the whisper of the wind that carries the scent of the rose from over newly dug earth.Close your eyes, listen, feel it, the reminder that life goes on, not here, but somewhere just out of sight. It is a promise of tomorrow, of rejoicing, of no more tears cried at the edge of earth and spilling petals.
No more tears.
No more saying good-bye.
11. I am thankful that there is a place that He prepares for me, a place where I will spend eternity with my Father, and will rejoin my grandparents and my angel babies.
There is joy...
One Thousand Gifts: A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are
Beauty from Pain 1.1
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