tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590559717675676586.post9156723422387065647..comments2024-01-13T05:32:42.984-05:00Comments on A Mother Lost ...: To Find The AnswersStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12437880949660876740noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590559717675676586.post-78036861935056668062012-03-04T22:37:38.504-05:002012-03-04T22:37:38.504-05:00And such is true for us. We are broken, trying to ...And such is true for us. We are broken, trying to hide those sharp edges that still cut deeply. Thank you for sharing this with me.Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12437880949660876740noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590559717675676586.post-24560938900690084692012-02-24T22:37:46.556-05:002012-02-24T22:37:46.556-05:00I had a Big Bird cookie jar that my grandma gave m...I had a Big Bird cookie jar that my grandma gave me when I was younger. I dropped it one day and broke his head. I glued it back together, but there were tiny little pieces missing. It looked fine on the shelf from a distance, but it definitely wasn't the same up close. <br /><br />I've always thought that grief/brokenness was a lot like that. The pieces are always missing, no matter how well you glue them back together.Nika M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/15716308480356654189noreply@blogger.com