H. L. Balcomb

Kill him with your blessings of healing.

Forgiveness, she was only required to accept the seed of healing, and to let it grow on its own time.

One's past can't be erased, it can only be learned from, the child taught her.

I feel more alive now than I did while on earth. I am coming to terms with the notion that death is truly another word for opportunity.

Failure taught him that he could have made the right choice. I could have tried.

It thanked her for the life she breathed into hits being; without her influence, this little being would not have been in the Garden of Glory.

The flowers' beauty drew her closer to them like a magnetic force. She felt compelled to walk a little faster.

He was humbled by her infinite love toward him - it shone through even in his afterlife.

His Nana's prayers were moving toward his mother like little butterflies of thoughts wrapped in the most beautiful colors. Each prayer looked like a mini-rainbow.

Suddenly, he felt a tremendous stirring of hope inside his heart; it filled his whole body with its warmth. I may not be that much of a broken man, he thought to himself.

Heaven is inside us,' Ida uttered in a rather loud whisper.