2011 hasn't started out in a stellar way. I guess technically, Emma died in December, but after Christmas, so it feels like it was this year.
My grandma fell on Sunday. She is bruised, battered but not broken. At least her body isn't broken. Her spirit is. Every tumble, every scare, she has a glimpse of an existence that has less independence and more fear. She's covered in bruises, it hurts to move and she's sad.
At 2 a.m. this morning, Adam's cousin had her long-awaited baby girl, Brittan Marie. She was 6 days early, weighing 6 lb. 2 oz. She was stillborn.
I try to remember that "We rejoice in our suffering, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope."
Romans 5:3
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