And Then Came A Lion (Lions and Lambs Book 1)

And Then Came A Lion (Lions and Lambs Book 1) by Cecilia Marie Pulliam

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    “Well, I brought coffee and rolls, thought we could have a moment together.” She moved over to the bed and hugged her friend. “There are no words to take away your pain, but just know that Frank and I love you. All you have to do is tell us what you need, and it’s done.”
    “Thank you, Rachel. But, I have all I need ― almost.”
    Her friend leaned back and studied her face. “Something happened.”
    “Yes. Something miraculous.”
    Rachel took Susannah’s hand and pulled her to her feet. “Tell me over coffee and rolls.”
    They sat at the small kitchen table. Sunshine poured through the large patio doors. The light reminded her of the old Indian’s gift.
    Still enveloped in that aura of peace, she sipped her coffee and nibbled on a sweet roll.
    “So,” Rachel said. “What was your miracle?”
    Susannah described the light, the peace, joy, ecstasy, and Mark.
    Rachel leaned back in her chair. “Wow.”
    “I know. I don’t know how long it will last, but I will cling to it for as long as I can.”

Chapter Ten
    Susannah, accompanied by her parents, met with the funeral director that afternoon. She chose the cover and the wording for the program, selected the scripture for the liturgy, and picked out the music.
    The funeral director gently steered the conversation to the most difficult question. “Mrs. Carlson, do you want an additional plot, or would you prefer a Columbarium, a niche to hold the ashes?”
    “I’ll take one of the niches.”
    “And, I’d like a private viewing for family and closest friends, then the cremation, and then the memorial service, followed by internment of the urn.”
    The funeral director nodded. “Anything else I can do for you?”
    “No.” Except bring my husband back .
    Susannah was at the funeral parlor before the doors opened at nine the morning of the viewing. She followed the attendant down a long hallway to a curtained doorway. He drew back the heavy drapes and stepped aside.
    She walked over to the plain pine casket and looked down at the body. “Oh, Mark, how am I supposed to go on? How can I continue to live? You were my life, and when you left, you took my life with you. I don’t want to go on. I don’t want to chase after any more monsters.” She swallowed a sob. “And yet, I can’t let the children die. Oh, God, what am I supposed to do? I can’t handle this. I can’t.”
    She swiped away the tears, felt for the chair and sat. She placed her hand on the edge of the casket and lowered her head to the wood.
    Several hours passed. Friends and family came and went. Susannah refused to leave the room except to give other viewers privacy. Even then, she stood just outside the curtain. She declined offers of food and water, staying beside Mark’s body.
    At five o’clock, the attendant entered the chamber. “Mrs. Carlson. The funeral home is closing.”
    Susannah nodded. “Okay.”
    After he withdrew, she stood, kissed Mark’s forehead and smoothed his hair. “I will never stop loving you.”
    With one last look, she turned and left the room.
    The bitter cold, augmented by heavy winds, pushed the small group of mourners into a huddle beside the grave. Susannah stared at the dark clouds and the bare branches. How fitting, a somber, miserable day.
    Her pastor gave a beautiful eulogy, which did little to comfort Susannah. His glowing remarks regarding Mark only emphasized her loss. Mark was a good man. He had a few faults, as everyone did, but at his core, he was kind, caring, loving. She would never know that kind of love again. That part of her life was now over.
    She looked back up at the gray sky. A patch of blue appeared. She glimpsed a flock of birds and a meadowlark sang from a nearby fence. She remembered the words to her favorite song. Yes, why couldn’t she fly over the rainbow and away from all the pain? Because the lead weight in her heart wouldn’t let her leave the ground.
    Susannah and

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