heavy for our friends who have lost loved ones this year. The majority of the loved ones were born again, which is good, but I know that the holiday season is particularly hard when one is dealing with a recent loss like that. Consequently, I decided to share this poem instead. I'm sending you to the page on the Home Maker's Corner this time rather than copying it here.
Annie Johnson Flint was well acquainted with grief and loss. She lost her birth parents, her adoptive parents and her own mobility apparently before she was 30 years of age. I hope her heartfelt poem will bless someone.
There are loved ones who are missing
From the fireside and the feast;
There are faces that have vanished,
There are voices that have ceased...
Please read the whole poem here: The Blessings that Remain
2 Corinthians 1:2-4 Grace be to you and peace from God our Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ. Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies, and the God of all comfort; Who comforteth us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort them which are in any trouble, by the comfort wherewith we ourselves are comforted of God.
Thank you for linking us to that absolutely beautiful poem, and for your tenderness for those who are missing someone dear this Christmas.
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You're welcome, Karen. Thank you for stopping by and for commenting. Welcome to the Cotton Apron. :-)
DeleteOops, I just looked at your page and realized you were hear before. :-) I guess I need to follow you so I don't forget again. ;-) My memory is flaky lately.
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