Hey readers! I'm back for one more round! I almost decided not to write another one, considering how it ended.That epilogue was like a very bad fanfic, wasn't it? Yes, I'm happy that Harry didn't die and if he'shappy with Ginny, then who am I to argue, but I just wish she gave us more than that. It was like she decided to writeit at the last minute. There was some good parts, like Harry talking to Albus Severus, that was touching, but otherthan that, I was kind of disappointed!

So here I am, but I'm going to warn you it's going to be sad, the beginning especially. I like to make myfanfics as realistic to the books as I can, as bad as the epilogue was, it still happened. So, I'm writing thisstory the only way I know how. I hope you stick with it and this first part it's just the prologue so tell me whatyou think and if you want to read more.

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It was just another ordinary day for Harry Potter when he woke up one morning in the middle of May. Happily unawarethat his life would drastically change by the end of the day, he leaned over to kiss his sleeping wife before crawlingout of bed.

Harry took a long hot shower, preparing himself for the day he and his wife would spend it with their friends, Ronand Hermione. It was Muggle Day. A tradition they started years ago, spending the day as Muggles while they exploredLondon. They would shop, have lunch, maybe even catch a movie. Ron loved to go to the movies, he was impressed thatMuggles could actually make things look so real.

When he was dressed, he stepped back into the bedroom, shaking his head when he saw Ginny was still out like alight. She was never a morning person and with all their kids at school, even Lily who was experiencing her first year,she took advantage of sleeping in while the house was quiet.

Harry smiled at the mention of the newest addition to the Weasley Family. Nora had been a surprise, considering Ronand Hermione thought they were done with two kids. Nora, however, had other plans and came into the world almost a yearago. Harry adored her and like any good Uncle, spoiled her rotten.

Harry swung open the door and then laughed when Nora ran up to him with her little unsteady legs. "Hey there,munchkin!" Harry plucked her up from the floor, then tossed her in the air while Nora's mum was trying hardnot to freak.

"A little," he admitted sheepishly. "But I'm so behind on the series." Harry looked at herbooks and also lifted a brow. "Wow, Hermione, only two?" He juggled the books to free a hand, placing it onher forehead. "You feeling okay?"

Harry looked over and saw that she was right. People were everywhere, cops were trying to back people up as lightswere flashing. He all of the sudden had unpleasant feeling at the pit of his stomach and couldn't help to thinkthat something went horribly wrong.

As they walked away his whole body went numb and Hermione gripped his arm, barely hearing her whisper his name. Theyknew. Both of them knew that their lives and their children's lives, just took a drastic change.

On a vacation to restore our marriage, we looked forward to dinner at a fancy rooftop restaurant overlooking the ocean at sunset. But it started to rain. (And the appetizers were terrible!) So we left.

After some surprisingly delicious food, we wandered in the rain and found two Adirondack chairs on the edge of the bay. They were as worn as we felt. But as we watched the storm, we found something more than a better place to eat dinner. We found each other.

Without sharing too many details of our story, Bob did confess before we married that he had a fierce struggle with sexual temptation. We thought the temptation would go away after the wedding, but we were wrong. So we fought hard against it. Together.

My closest friends encouraged me to feel courageous when I felt like withering. Those faithful friends helped me wrestle through hard questions: Were Bob and I still a picture of the Gospel in this broken place? Could this suffering be part of the picture? I believe the answer is yes. After all, Christ suffered death to rescue us.

To that end, you should know I grieved deeply as I learned to love again. The lessons were hard, and for me, they included learning to lament. During those times, I found a soulful song by Martin Smith based on Song of Solomon 2:8. The hauntingly beautiful lyrics expressed what I was feeling.

When her husband confessed a porn addiction, Shelly thought she had forgiven him. A year later, she was still holding hatred toward him. That realization started her on the path toward true forgiveness.

So thinking about cracking and breaking and chipping (and healing) has been with me for a while. But until recently I had not thought about how there is a beauty that can emerge from the cracked spaces. That there is a way to illuminate cracked cups, spaces, hearts.

There is a simplicity, a childlike navet to that kind of love. And there is a love, a mature love, a whole love, a healed love, to loving someone who has been broken and healed, made whole again, and where the cracks are golden.

Give me someone who knows their own vulnerability and sees mine.

Give me someone whose cracked spaces are golden.

Give me someone who has helped do kintsugi to my cracked spaces.

Give me someone who is open to me doing kintsugi to their cracked heart.

Omid Safi teaches online courses on spirituality through Illuminated Courses, and leads spiritual tours every year to Turkey, Morocco, and other countries, to study the rich multiple religious traditions there. The trips are open to everyone, from every country. More information is available at Illuminated Tours.

He is a professor of Islamic Studies at Duke University. He specializes in the study of Islamic mysticism and contemporary Islam and frequently writes on liberationist traditions of Dr. King, Malcolm X, and is committed to traditions that link together love and justice. He has delivered the keynote for the annual Martin Luther King commemoration at the National Civil Rights Museum.

Omid is among the most frequently sought out speakers on Islam in popular media, appearing in The New York Times, Newsweek, Washington Post, PBS, NPR, NBC, CNN, BBC, and other international media. He can be reached regarding speaking engagements at [email protected].

In summary, this is the time my friends, to step out in faith, and share his word with our friends that are yet to know the love that Jesus brings, and come whatever may, because we know that nothing can separate us from the love found in Christ.

I am so in love with your found treasures! We found boxes of books and old alcohol bottles when we moved into our farmhouse built in 1900. After living in the same house the last 41 years as a married couple with children, we completely understand why Books and Alcohol are still so very relevant!

We found a milk bill from the 1950s inside the kitchen wall when we were renovating. And I find broken treasures all the time in the garden and I put them all in a giant pickle jar. So fun and interesting!

Our house was built in the 1920s, we are only the third owners. While power washing the patio, my husband found handprints from the kids that lived here- they were the original owners- and they were covered with moss and dirt. We also have found little letters, stuffed animals, photos, and a secret cabinet in the basement with random newspaper clippings.

It symbolizes the way that grief strips us to our barest selves and then asks us to rebuild. It shows us the way that hurt probes our deepest consciousness and encourages us to shine light into the dark spaces. It exemplifies the way that healing our broken places allows us to emerge from darkness stronger and more beautiful.

Grief joins our broken places with our strong places; it unites our tangled past with our present. Healing beautifies those broken places and transforms us into new people with metaphorical scars that honor our history.

I threw myself into work, dove into passionate (but loveless) relationships, and avoided anything and anyone who might remind me of my pain. I moved to a new city, found a new job, and formed a new life.

It took 10 years for me to face that grief, and I only did it because I met a beautiful man who possessed the patience to help me break down those fortress walls. It was a garrison that had to be dismantled in order for our love to survive.

I had just 296 days with that man before he died of cancer. But in those days, he taught me more about life than I had learned in 37 years. He taught me how to love and how to be loved. He changed everything.

When we are in the depths of our heartbreak, we sometimes feel as though the broken parts of us will never be repaired. The idea of emerging more beautiful from such darkness can seem out of reach. The idea of being stronger in the broken places may be deemed unimaginable.

As I absorb the lessons of this second acute grieving season, I understand that, while it takes time, we do emerge stronger in the broken places when we face our grief. Our painful experiences are never something to celebrate, but they are also never something to hide.

One day I hope to see you again,

But until that day comes I am alone.

You were the only one who understood me.

You understood the things I was going through,

You held me, loved me, made me feel good.

Now that you have left

The darkness is overwhelming.

You were my light, my strength, and my life.

But now it is all gone

And I can never hope to get out of the eternal abyss I am in.

Not until you come back to hold me again.

Listen to her cry over a fired gun.

Watch her as she tries to find gauze

Can you smell the frustration?

Can you feel consequence sapping her strength?

Can you sense how much she deserved it?

The misunderstood throat is here.

But now she sings a different tune.

She thinks this poem will fix it.

[But you know she lies.]

Just hear me out; I love you.

And there are not words to describe my love.

I can twist my words and make them into pictures,

But I cannot speak around you.

For my words leave my behind in there escap,

And leave me speachless and alone. 152ee80cbc

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