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| TREAD GENTLY Tread gently near the tender souls who have lost a child..whose hearts are bruised and bleeding, for healing comes slowly with pain in every forward step, tears in every backward look. So much love still flows for that special one arms reach out to hold and back to cling, but reach forward only humbly, fearful of forgetting or being disloyal by going on. There is guilt in laughing, feeling pleasure, even being alive. There are questions, longings, heartaches, but slowly, surely, strength, in God's own time --not as an answer; nor as forgetting, but as acceptance that this pain, that this loss is ours to live with and somehow, by God's grace, ours to use and to bless. ~~Author Unknown~~ |