Brenda Cannon Henley's archive

Shortly after my husband, Ted, passed away in August, I said down and penned an article, but after reading it over, I decided against sending it to my editors. I felt that readers might misconstrue what I had written or, more importantly, what I was feeling deep in my heart. I asked the questions, “Why are you so silent? Don’t you know I need you more than ever? Where are you? Were you really never our friends? Don’t you care at all?” I was hurting and I did not know how to express myself or really what to expect from those I loved.

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Easter is a time when Christians all over the world think of the Lord Jesus Christ, His life, His ministry, and of the crucifixion on the cross. I realize that I write for people of many faiths and that we all perhaps do not believe the same, I cannot help but think of Easter and spring and new birth and the joys of living at this time of the year. I ask that our readers bear with me as I look at the death, burial and resurrection as I have been taught down through the years and as I believe in my heart.

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We all react differently to each life stage as we maneuver through the years God has assigned to us. I learn something new or different every day of my life, and I pray that I never stop learning and growing as I travel on my journey.

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There was a reason I felt compelled to study Ephesians 4 the last two weeks, and it came into clarity for me as the story developed right before my eyes in real time. 

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These rainy days here in our beloved Southeast Texas have been good thinking days for me. While I hunger to get outside to the water or the beach, the weather has kept me in and I can only look out the window to see the waves, but boy, can I think.

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