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My baby sister died, just a few days before Christmas. I can remember the morning of her death as if it were yesterday. Mother awoke to discover that Carolyn had passed away in her sleep. The Doctor arrived and shortly thereafter the mortician came. Then my Aunt Elsie arrived to make breakfast that no one ate. I didn’t realize it then, but cooking is a commitment to life. With her cooking Aunt Elsie was saying, “Go on, eat! It will be better, you will see. Life will be worth living again. Go ahead, eat your breakfast.”
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”
— Psalms 30:5 (NKJV)
Lord, comfort us in our grief. Remind us that life will be worth living again if we do not make a shrine of our sorrow. Amen.