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A Bundle of Myrrh

"My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh." Song of Solomon 1:13

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Easter Tuesday

Friday, June 7th, 2019

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It’s always a little miracle to me that the greenery I leave on his grave in December is still there come Spring. We bring our babies here this Easter to remember their brother and to remind us all of the promise we hope in, that Christ has swallowed up death and on the Last day the dead in Christ will be raised imperishable. Happy Easter Tuesday.

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For All The Saints – November 1

Monday, November 19th, 2018

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All Saints Day. We remember our baby and wait for the Resurrection.

“But, lo, there breaks a yet more glorious day; The saints triumphant rise in bright array; The King of Glory passes on His way. Alleluia! Alleluia!”

Remembering Ebenezer

Sunday, July 8th, 2018

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June will always be one more month of the year that makes miss this baby so much. He was due on June 22, 2017 and would have had his first birthday last month. The French words for “I miss you” translate “you are missing from me.”

And that’s how it is. I feel and know his absence from our home and our family. The empty spot. The birthday party we don’t have in June will always be there. We love you baby and wait to meet you where you are.

“Someday I will join him in death, but he can’t return to me.” The words of Kind David after the death of his baby son from II Samuel 12:23.

Easter For Ebenezer

Monday, April 23rd, 2018

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With Holy Week came a fresh sorrow over the son we lost last year. Grief can take hold of you so suddenly. It can seem like it comes out of no where, but that’s not truly accurate. It’s always there and some days it just comes to the surface for another cry. On Holy Thursday I remembered the hurt that will always be with me. I missed our baby terribly.

On Easter Monday Phil and I visited his grave. I could not believe when we got there and found the greenery I had left there back in December still right where I’d placed it. That day we had had to brush off snow from the marker. I suppose while it melted and froze over and over again ice formed and clung to the branches and ribbon. And I suppose that red ribbon may have bled into the greenery, it was such a red tint. I never imagined that this would not have blown away. It seemed a bit of a miracle to me.