{"id":8579,"date":"2022-03-15T01:00:00","date_gmt":"2022-03-15T05:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/?p=8579"},"modified":"2022-03-14T22:33:01","modified_gmt":"2022-03-15T02:33:01","slug":"between-you-and-death","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/between-you-and-death\/","title":{"rendered":"Between You and Death!"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<iframe title=\"Between You and Death! 3\/15\/22\" allowtransparency=\"true\" height=\"150\" width=\"100%\" style=\"border: none; min-width: min(100%, 430px);\" scrolling=\"no\" data-name=\"pb-iframe-player\" src=\"https:\/\/www.podbean.com\/player-v2\/?i=se5pq-11cfe7b-pb&amp;from=pb6admin&amp;share=1&amp;download=1&amp;rtl=0&amp;fonts=Arial&amp;skin=1&amp;font-color=&amp;btn-skin=7\"><\/iframe>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>SOMEONE STANDS BETWEEN YOU AND DEATH\u2026.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>someone stands between you and death \u2014 but<br>who knows how much more my heart can stand \u2014<br>where you are, it\u2019s so important<br>someone prays for you<br>even with their own words<br>even if they don\u2019t clasp their hands and kneel<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>plucking the stems off strawberries from the garden<br>I recall how I scolded you when you were small<br>for squashing the berries before they ripened<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>my heart whispers: Death, he hasn\u2019t ripened yet<br>he\u2019s still green, nothing in his life has been<br>sweeter than unwashed strawberries<br>I beg you: oh God, don\u2019t place him at the front,<br>please don\u2019t rain rockets down on him, oh God,<br>I don\u2019t even know what a rocket looks like,<br>my son, I can\u2019t picture the war even to myself<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>By Halyna Kruk<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>A mother in the Ukraine prays for her son. She remembers scolding him as a child for squashing berries before they had ripened. Now she prays and begs God to let her son live and ripen despite the rockets and the war all around him.&nbsp;<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Halyna Kruk&nbsp;was born in Lviv in 1974. She is a poet, writer of fiction and a scholar of Ukrainian medieval literature. She has authored four books of poetry and collected some of Ukraine\u2019s top awards for young poets. She teaches literature at the Lviv University.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Who have YOU lost in YOUR life who \u201chadn\u2019t ripened yet\u201d?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong><em>My brother Tom is doing much better breathing on his own without the ventilator. He is moving from ICU to a regular room at Little Company of Mary Hospital in Torrance, CA. He is talking and his cognitive ability seems fine. I&#8217;m doing well. Tom and I truly appreciate your prayers. Thank You!!<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>PEACE COMES NOT FROM THE ABSENCE OF TROUBLE, BUT FROM THE PRESENCE OF JESUS!<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>SOMEONE STANDS BETWEEN YOU AND DEATH\u2026. someone stands between you and death \u2014 butwho knows how much more my heart can stand \u2014where you are, it\u2019s so importantsomeone prays for youeven with their own wordseven if they don\u2019t clasp their hands and kneel plucking the stems off strawberries from the gardenI recall how I scolded [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":8580,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"qubely_global_settings":"","qubely_interactions":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"qubely_featured_image_url":{"full":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries.png",279,185,false],"landscape":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries.png",279,185,false],"portraits":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries.png",279,185,false],"thumbnail":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries-150x150.png",150,150,true],"medium":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries.png",279,185,false],"medium_large":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries.png",279,185,false],"large":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries.png",279,185,false],"1536x1536":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries.png",279,185,false],"2048x2048":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries.png",279,185,false],"ocean-thumb-m":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries.png",279,185,false],"ocean-thumb-ml":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries.png",279,185,false],"ocean-thumb-l":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries.png",279,185,false],"qubely_landscape":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries.png",279,185,false],"qubely_portrait":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries.png",279,185,false],"qubely_thumbnail":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries-140x100.png",140,100,true],"rpwe-thumbnail":["https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/Strawberries-45x45.png",45,45,true]},"qubely_author":{"display_name":"Medard Laz","author_link":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/author\/medlaz\/"},"qubely_comment":0,"qubely_category":"<a href=\"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/category\/daily-treats\/\" rel=\"category tag\">Daily Treats<\/a>","qubely_excerpt":"SOMEONE STANDS BETWEEN YOU AND DEATH\u2026. someone stands between you and death \u2014 butwho knows how much more my heart can stand \u2014where you are, it\u2019s so importantsomeone prays for youeven with their own wordseven if they don\u2019t clasp their hands and kneel plucking the stems off strawberries from the gardenI recall how I scolded&hellip;","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8579"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8579"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8579\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8593,"href":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8579\/revisions\/8593"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/8580"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8579"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8579"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.treatsforthesoul.org\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8579"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}