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    Where The Roses Bloom
    Where The Roses Bloom
    Where The Roses Bloom
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    Where The Roses Bloom

    By Robert Muncy

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    In 2001, Bob and his wife Linda, lost their oldest daughter, Jennifer, age 22, in a car accident. this event plunged him into a place of despair and grief that left him emotionally shattered. In the six years since the accident. The Lord has done amazing acts of healing in him. His testimony is how Jesus not only healed his broken heart, but took him on an inner journey that has left him completely changed.
    His desire and ministry is to bring a word of hope and liberation to those trapped by the inner struggles caused by a lack of self-worth and feelings of abandonment, as well as healing for physical sickness and disease.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateDec 17, 2014
    ISBN9781494411459
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      Where The Roses Bloom - Robert Muncy

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      Special Acknowledgement:

      Cover graphics by Lisa J. Swartzentruber

      of Woodsong Studio

      Certified Professional Photographer

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      e:woodsongstudio@verizon.net

      for Gems from the House

      Chapter 1 The Coming of Darkness

      What a delightful day.

      The smells of spring filled the air, and I was enjoying one of those special days that seemed to hold the promise of great things to come, no matter where I looked. I had cut the grass for the first time this season, and I looked over the yard, daydreaming of all I wanted to do in the flower beds this year.

      Our son Joshua and several children from church filled our yard with active play. Heather, our middle child, was away staying with her fiancé’s family in Pennsylvania. Jennifer, our first child, would soon be home from college for the weekend.

      Jennifer and Heather were the apples of my eye, and Joshua was my beloved son. They were very different from one another. All my children had a heart for the Lord and cared about people. I was well pleased with each of them.

      Jennifer was in her last year at the University of Delaware majoring in elementary education with a desire to work with special needs children. She had worked part time in the Milford school district while she had been in college, and she had a job waiting for her upon graduation.

      Jen had always had a heart for the underdog. Even at three and four years old when she watched her sister or one of her other playmates get a spanking she would often say, Big people shouldn’t hit little people.

      She was prone to rescuing kids who were having problems at their homes and needed to be loved. She brought them to our home so we could give them the love they needed and provide any other help in whatever way we could.

      Richard was a part of our church youth group. He had spent most of his life living at Chuck and Laurie Westwood’s home. He was Jennifer’s high school sweetheart, and for Jen there was no one like him. They were planning on marrying that September, and she looked forward to them spending their lives together and having lots of kids.

      Richard had come by that evening so he and Jen could go out for dinner, but I got him to help me move a freezer from the porch to the storage shed. In the process he messed up his clothes and needed to go back home to change.

      Jen arrived home that night just as dinner was about to be served. She decided to stay at the house and have dinner with us. She planned to meet Richard later at his apartment so they could go over the house plans they were finalizing.

      Dinner ended. Jen and I sat on the couch and talked about all that had happened that week at school. Jen sat close to me, and I rubbed her back as we talked. It was one of those precious moments where two hearts draw close to each other. Our spirits touched one another in ways that words can’t express, but we felt the transfer of love.

      I had experienced this transfer of love before, an intangible drawing of the heart that pulls something from deep inside you and causes life to be fulfilling. It happened first with my wife Linda, and then I experienced it again when each child was born. As I touched Jen’s back and listened to the sound of her voice telling her stories, my heart was full, and I was satisfied with all life had brought my way. The Lord had blessed all of us, and life was good.

      As Jen left to head out toward Richard’s place she stopped and talked with Josh for a minute in the driveway. Normally she would have taken him with her, but this night she left with just a casual comment. I’ll see you later. Tomorrow Richard and I will do something with you.

      I finished putting away the garden tractor and tools I had been using earlier. Exhausted from the day’s activities I headed to the house to shower and call it a day. Relaxing began as the water sluiced over me and continued as I crawled into bed. I closed my eyes waiting to find that perfect place of rest so sleep could capture me.

      Just as sleep was about to overtake me Linda yelled upstairs to the bedroom that Richard had just called. Something was wrong. He couldn’t get Jen on her cell phone, and there had been a bad accident on Route 36 about a mile from the church. The road was closed, and the helicopter was there. He had tried to get down the road, but they wouldn’t let him through. Richard told Linda that he was sure it had to be Jennifer. He said he was heading out to inform Chuck and Laurie Westwood. Then he would go on to the hospital.

      I dressed in a hurry focusing on what seemed to be happening. By the time I got downstairs, Linda had called the hospital. The nurse at the hospital told us that Jennifer was there, and we needed to come to the emergency room. Linda questioned her again, seeking more information, but she would tell Linda nothing more.

      As the two of us hurried to the car, I paused and said, Lord, I trust you with my daughter.

      I thought that at the worst she had only sustained some level of injury. On the ten minute drive to the hospital it felt like my whole universe was closing in, and my mind started to pull in a hundred different directions. As I remember, Linda and I didn’t speak a word that night; we just looked straight ahead. I drove as quickly as I could.

      We walked into the emergency room, and as soon as we identified ourselves, the staff escorted us to a waiting room. When we asked for information the staff side-stepped our questions and would only say, The doctor will be with you in a minute.

      While Linda and I waited, Richard and Chuck joined us.

      We had left Josh at home with his aunt. The four of us sat there in a room that is only used to tell families the worst news the staff has to convey.

      My racing mind tried to get out of this nightmare I found myself in. I couldn’t connect with anyone in the room. I couldn’t even connect with me. I was trapped in a room awaiting news that was about to change my life, and I couldn’t get out. I found myself going back to the earlier part of the day, trying by sheer will to bring it back. How had the hours gotten away from me? What did I miss?

      My thoughts were pulled back into sharp focus as two people walked into the room and identified themselves as the emergency room doctor on call and the trauma nurse. The doctor looked Linda and me in the eye. I remember clearly what he said.

      I’m sorry. There was nothing we could do to save Jennifer. She died instantly at the scene of the accident. I am deeply sorry, he said again. We tried to revive her, but the impact from the accident ruptured her internal organs.

      He left then, turning us over to the nurse to answer any questions. I sat there numb. How could this be? I had been sitting on the couch with her an hour ago, talking about the future. Where had that future gone? This can’t be happening.

      My inner voice screamed, Stop! Stop! Death, you aren’t permitted to enter my world, not here, not with one of my children. Stop! Stop! But nothing stopped.

      Where is she? Can we see her? we questioned the nurse.

      Of course, the nurse said. Come this way.

      As we walked out of the waiting room I looked around. People were starting to show up as word of the accident spread. I spoke briefly with those that were there, but all I wanted was to see Jennifer. I was sure that if I could see her, touch her, speak to her, things would be different. God was going to turn this around. I told Him I trusted him; I believed His word. I told Him that I believed that He would not let this happen to me. We had a deal.

      As we reached the room where Jen’s body lay the nurse turned to us and asked if we were ready to go in. We said we were, and together Linda and I walked in to see the lifeless body of our daughter looking as if she were just sleeping. We touched her face, and our tears dropped upon her beautiful skin. Here lay our daughter, our first born, the object of our excitement from the time the doctor first laid her upon Linda’s chest and congratulated us on our beautiful baby girl.

      God, what do I do? What do I say? We hugged her and kissed her. We spoke to her, but there was no reply, only a stillness I could not change. Others began to come in. We prayed. We called life back to Jennifer. At one point I lay across her lifeless body and sobbed. The tears were as deep as the love I had for her.

      I left the room after a while to begin the phone calls. I called my mom but wasn’t able to reach her. Next was the call to my sister to inform her. I called my aunt to bring Josh to the hospital, and then came the painful call to Heather in PA. She was with her fiancé Nate, and there was no easy way to tell her that her sister was dead. After regaining her composure, she said she was leaving immediately to come home.

      I lost count of all those that came by, but at 3:00 in the morning we cried, kissed our child, and said good-bye to our baby, a person who had been full of promise, hope, life, and love. We walked to a car belonging to friends and climbed into the back seat. As the door shut, we realized that we had crossed into a

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