The Extraordinary Deaths of Mrs. Kip

by Sara Brunsvold

where there is pain, there is a calling. A duty. And a great and wonderful

A pained body with a broken spirit tends to recoil when the hand of grace first finds its wounds.

We live among perishing bodies,

Too much fact strangles the heart of the storyteller.

“A leaf has the most extraordinary death. There is so much beauty to it.”

surrender to death remained a long, slow, shocking process.

The grave is not my final home. I want to live as if I believe that. By God’s grace, I will live because I believed that.”

You have to be the friend people need while they are there with you, because it’s the only chance you’ll get.”

use your love wisely.

“Authentic love is the greatest joy there is, Miss Kelley, but it requires a thousand little deaths to self.”

The things and the people of the world were fleeting, never meant to be held on to forever.

“Fear is an invitation to remember who God is.”

The sower’s job was to sow, trusting her success would be measured by how few seeds remained in her hand.

Clara was nourished on the foretaste of glory.

Mrs. Kip lived as if death were merely a phase, not an end.

Mrs. Kip’s faith had become her eyes.