Fire

Last night we gathered up all physical evidence of the affair: papers, pictures she took, etc. We burned them all together. It was good to do it. I wasn't sure at first, but not having those physical reminders in our house is a good thing. I used to take out the phone bills where he had called her so much and just weep. Now I can't do that anymore. Now I shouldn't do that anymore because I need to focus on our new baby. We cried seeing the pictures of our son burn, but this is a good thing for us. I feel much more at peace today.

Earlier in the evening, we were in the car and our son was fussing so I handed him my rosary. When we opened the door to get him, there was an overpowering scent of roses. The rosary I gave him looks like rosewood, but never once in the years I’ve had it has it smelled like roses. We looked at each other and at the same time remembered that St. Therese promised to send a shower of roses, and we had just started another novena to her that day. Our son smelled like roses until we put him to bed. The rosary still smells like roses today. We feel like God has been giving us so many signs lately. Signs that may or may not be that He has granted our request (our new baby is a BIG sign), but that give us hope and comfort during this difficult time regardless. I told my husband last night that we’re going to feel pretty silly when God answers our prayers for ever doubting Him after all the signs He’s given us. Whatever God decides, He’s made sure we know that He’s taking care of us and loves us.

Lord, thank you for the many ways You are comforting us. Thank you for the peace You have given me today. Let the fire and roses from last night be a symbol that things are going to get better from here on out. Let us take comfort from those two events and look to the future, confident that all ties to evil are behind us. We love you, Lord. In all this time, we have felt You carrying us, comforting us, and grieving with us. We won't let You down like this again.