While all this was going on, Peggy Brown and her children quietly returned to Brandon Creek to bury her husband in the graveyard near the church.
Rain fell softly that day as they stood beside the grave site, the soil piled high next to his resting place. The small family was wrapped up warm against the cold, using umbrellas to protect themselves from the elements, but nothing could shield them from the pain of separation and the manner of his death.
Peggy Brown didn’t want anyone there, just her children, Pastor Tom and Marty, and her best friend Lynn McKenna with her son Kyle.
There were people in this town that had caused his death, needlessly, and she couldn’t bear their presence. She knew she’d have to work hard to forgive them. She’d have to, if she wanted the pain to end and healing to begin. She had been justified in her faith in the man she loved. He had been faithful to her and all that he stood for. And now the truth was starting to emerge.
What good did it do him to love them! she thought in bitterness and pain. Then she regretted thinking it. She remembered his teaching and God’s Words… Love protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
Tears fell and she allowed God to comfort her.
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