I was preparing to send 15 copies of my Book MENDING to a widow in Texas. I wrote the little volume more than Forty years ago after Min died, and I Keep a supply of them in my closet for Those who request it. Before I boxed up the books I began to Leaf through the pages. It had been a long time since I had actually Read my own thoughts, and I was surprised at My reaction. Remembering my early days of grief moved me To tears. And as I glued the order blanks in the back of Each book, I prayed for the person who would Receive it. I prayed that the brokenhearted one would be Mended as I was. And when I read the last lines of page 65, I Realized that after all these years the words Are as true today as back then: "It's the most bitter cup of all, To realize I'll never be held By him again." |