was the day she died. stand by while I regain my equilibrium.
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Two Sisters Both 45 years old. There’s a delightful story as to how one family can have two sisters both 45 and not twins. It’s a good one. It’s mom-marrying-uncle and we’re not from Kentucky (because people have asked). That’s more for later. It’s about two sisters who were cousins and childhood pals. The little ones. Among eleven kids, they…
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Four weeks ago she buried her daddy. A glorifying and Godly-gentle passing of his earthly life into the life we all feebly imagine. Natural and blessed, he went after a long life of honest, beautiful, unconditional, limitless love. But it still hurts. She has always been His Little Girl. His only littlest Little Girl. Throughout the heart-pain of saying Good…
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She moved the pillow to the center of the bed: submission to the truth. He is with Jesus and her life is changed. How can she be happy that he’s gone? How can we celebrate the joy of heaven when we have such guttural pain in our body? It’s the most ultimate choice that we must work through in our…