I have always loved candles. Something in the flickering light speaks to my heart.
It’s one of my favorite parts of early evenings-watching the candles I light on every flat surface cast a soft glow and chase the darkness.
Even a small light offers hope.
Read the rest here: Remembering the Missing: Four Candles
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I am a shepherd, wife and mother of four amazing children, three that walk the earth with me and one who lives with Jesus. This is a record of my grief journey and a look into the life I didn't choose. If you are interested in joining a community of bereaved parents leaning on the promises of God in Christ, please like the public Facebook page, "Heartache and Hope: Life After Losing a Child" and join the conversation.
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First Christmas without our precious Erin. It was dark and snowing so our family and 12 grandkids had a candlelight prayer and song service at the cemetery. I read the 4 candle poem. Kids made a snowman. Tears and smiles on this Christmas Eve.
Can’t wait to see her again one day in Heaven.
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