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Oyster Shell Trinket Dish
I was looking for a fun craft to do with Andrew, and I chose decoupage oyster shell trinket dishes. I've seen them in gift shops near The Red Cottage in the Northern Neck of Virginia. I got the shells from a local restaurant after Oyster Night and by asking on our local Facebook group if anyone had any. You can, of course, find them on the beach or buy them online.
I recommend this easy craft
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Rare Bird: A Memoir of Loss and Love
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A Hug From Heaven
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“That our marriage has survived, and will continue to survive such devastation, feels to me like something of a miracle, and I don’t take it for granted. Each day is a new opportunity to show each other grace.”
― Rare Bird: A Memoir of Loss and Love
― Rare Bird: A Memoir of Loss and Love
“Grievers I've come across function within society, and most days it appears pretty seamless. We volunteer at church. We go to school plays. We shop. We cheer from the sidelines. We try to blend in. We smile. We look normal. We need people to feel okay being open and natural around us, so as not to drive us even further apart from the world. We are not from another planet, but it feels that way, so far removed is our experience from those around us.
There is a constant undercurrent of loss, a schism in our brains, which we gradually learn to adapt to, but is ever present. It's as if our brains are operating on two separate tracks. One is the here and now. The second is the parallel track of what could or should have been yet will not be. Most days I can keep the second track hidden. Other times, I haven't got a prayer.”
― Rare Bird: A Memoir of Loss and Love
There is a constant undercurrent of loss, a schism in our brains, which we gradually learn to adapt to, but is ever present. It's as if our brains are operating on two separate tracks. One is the here and now. The second is the parallel track of what could or should have been yet will not be. Most days I can keep the second track hidden. Other times, I haven't got a prayer.”
― Rare Bird: A Memoir of Loss and Love
“understand; we want to know why. But we don’t want people coming to conclusions for us, feeding us neat little answers of what God’s will is and how His mind and heart work. No thank you. I guess the only thing that is certain to me now is that the small God I followed before, the one I must secretly have believed would spare my family pain if I just didn’t ask for too much or set my sights too high, is somehow not big enough to carry me now. That little God isn’t the one who comforts me when I despair. No, it’s a big God, whose loving voice reminds me of my mother’s, who gently whispers to me, “I know, Anna. I know, honey. I know.”
― Rare Bird: A Memoir of Loss and Love
― Rare Bird: A Memoir of Loss and Love
