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I've been working in your garden Jimma...I seem to feel you so close to me as I admire the beauty ....the bright, vivid array of colors....and the sweet fragrance of the flowers....even the feel and smell of the freshly turned earth seem to comfort my soul and erase the pain of losing you.......though the moment passes quickly as memories flood my mind....that's when I look around, expecting to have you by my side....and you're not there.....
I remember the first time you saw a live boquet of flowers...it was a large white mum...your eyes got soo big....round as saucers...you were a little afraid..a bit intimidated at first..then...as I took your trusting hand in my hand, I could feel as you resisted at first... so I talked gently to you, explaining that the same Jesus you knew so well had created these beautiful flowers for you to enjoy....then as you looked into my eyes, I could feel you relax.... you allowed me to guide your little fingers to experience their first touch of the delicate petals resting on real live flowers!!!
Jimma.......you smiled.....taking in the wonder of it all......eyes soo big and filled with amazement....
