Love Never Fails

Emily sat at her kitchen window wistfully looking out at her flower garden.  She thought about the days when she was younger and would spend hours planting and weeding her little patch of ground. She took delight in drying the flowers for special table arrangements.  Her husband would sit in his easy chair with a mug of coffee in one hand and either his Bible or the newspaper in the other – depending on which side of the cup of coffee he was. “How’s my beautiful bride?” Edward would ask, looking  tenderly at his wife, Elizabeth. She would smile. “Fine, Read More