tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287286032011-04-21T17:40:13.992-07:00Texhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775170889434037502noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728603.post-1148906416702059372006-05-29T05:36:00.000-07:002006-05-29T05:40:16.710-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">(On the death of my aunt,</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> a letter to my cousins</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">)<br /><br /></span></span>Dearest Liz and Joan,<br /><br /> God bless you with the assurance of His Love and His Comfort. I cried when I heard of the tenderness of your final act with your mother, bathing her, dressing her and preparing her for the grave. That was so sweet of you. I’m sure that over the span of human history it is a very normal natural thing, but I’ve never heard of anyone doing that now. You are certainly brave and very loving. I was trying to image how it would feel to be in your place. I think I’d feel this way:<br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Sweet final moments, our final goodbyes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">You're so quiet now, so unlike our busy life I remember so well....</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">We won't walk this way again,</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Until our lives are over, and we meet over there.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Remember me there, Mom, before our King.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">You take my heart with you. Bear it well.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">And these tears we’re washed with, will turn to joy, tomorrow.</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">What will the world see, now that this new page is turned?</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">What will my life be without you, this chapter over?</span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">I love you Mom, and await the happy forever that we will share, tomorrow.</span><br /><br /> My heart goes out to you, and my prayers, that God grant you the peace and assurance that His able hand is taking care of every detail of your mother’s dear life, as He has, and is, and always will, in yours!<br /><br /><br />Much love in our Loving Saviour, Scrappy (LKjr)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728603-114890641670205937?l=angelswin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Texhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775170889434037502noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28728603.post-1148905217693765952006-05-29T05:09:00.000-07:002006-05-29T05:20:17.703-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7406/3047/1600/Gutenberg%20quote.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7406/3047/320/Gutenberg%20quote.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">One Moment that Changed the World!</span><br />Take <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">YOUR </span>chance! Pray and obey!<br /><br /> 10. YOU MAY NEVER SEE THE LITTLE DIAMOND OF DUST AGAIN, for some of them just flow into the light, sparkle for a moment, and then vanish back into the darkness. They only have their moment of Truth!--But if only once in its life it scintillates with the light of the Lord, it's worth it! Even if only once in its life, it is life and joy to someone, it's worth it! But if it could stay in the Lord's Light, it could sparkle its life out to the end, like one candle-stick gives light to the whole house until it is finished! The longer that little grain of dust stays right in the Light, the longer it shines--and the longer it stays a diamond! <span style="font-size:85%;">("DIAMONDS OF DUST"--MO October 20, 1970 NO.3 --Or Be God's Light Show. Copyright (c) 1998 by The Family</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28728603-114890521769376595?l=angelswin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Texhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16775170889434037502noreply@blogger.com0