Today I opened the heavy door of this 2020 New Year but yesterday I read something so the sliver of this new day brings beauty in tragedy. Although this is not about our fire tragedy it does speak of a personal one.
A young woman left behind a diary after her death which inspired her dear friend who found it.
Karen had written ‘When I was first diagnosed with a terminal illness, I was shattered. but then surrendered my life to the Lord and asked to be allowed to live as long as possible in my small apartment. I agreed to accept help and would not cause any problems when time came to move to palliative care. It was expected to be only about three months before my death.
One morning I opened my door and was amazed to see a bouquet of flowers in the corridor. I brought it inside and the card said. ‘Love, Jesus’.
Every month for the next three years a fresh bouquet would arrive and I never discovered the source of this blessing which nurtured my spirit/soul in a way that no money, clothes or ‘other aid’ possible could. I lived longer than anyone expected and on my final day in that apartment the last bouquet arrived. It’s card said simply LOVE.
Blessings and Peace to you.