It's been a tough couple of weeks but we are getting through this time with God's peace. I still want to pick up the phone and call Mom. I can still talk to her; but I'm not sure I want to hear her talk back! It's hard enough typing up all her journals. She had over 50! I'm learning about what she was really like. She loved God with all her heart. She prayed a lot for people I wouldn't have thought of; like countries she heard about on the news or my friends, Tom and Joan when the rain wasn't coming. She was always reading and studying and listening to the Word. And when she wasn't doing that, she was singing, praying, talking to her kids on the phone. She wasn't perfect; she was most definitely prejudiced. However, she was totally committed to God. She loved Dad and her family very much. This is a poem she wrote to and about Dad.
God made me your help mate to be
So my husband would see Christ in me.
I’m sent to pray and be concerned with his needs.
To care for him daily and help him succeed.
As we both work together and set a straight course,
Our lives will be filled with joy not remourse.
Our goal we will reach and together we’ll stand.
Each day knowing, loving one another was His greatest plan.
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Dear Sister,
Greetings to you.
really i am very happy see your blogspot.
sonu kumar
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