Drop the curtain on grief

While staying with dear friends, a few months after the death of my husband, I woke very early one morning feeling sick and enveloped in loss and loneliness. I turned to God instantly and said, "Tell me how to proceed with my life. Where am I to go now? What am I to do?" I then arose, dressed, and quietly left the house.

The out-of-doors was a fairyland. A light snow had fallen in the night, and the pastures, roads, and trees were sparkling white in the slanting, early morning sunlight. As I walked, I quietly prayed, and as I breathed in the clear, crisp air and lifted my head high, these words came to my waiting thought: "Drop the curtain."

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