Day 181.  Even in death some things can be pretty.  I picked up one of my ministry books and these petals fell out.  I had picked them up and put them in the book some time ago, when they were fresh and still fragrant.  They reminded me of the rose sitting on a shelf behind me that is itself all dried out.  So, I put them together.  Here is the thing, the petals and the rose are from different funerals.  Somehow they ended up preserved and lying around my office.  This week in our area we have had three fatal accidents.  Every one a tragic loss.  Sometimes we think that we are indestructible and life will never end.  The truth is, every day is a gift.  Unwrap it with excitement and enthusiasm, but unwrap it carefully.