Jessica told me that Chance is taking a harmonica to school for show and tell because "my papaw liked to play harmonica and I like it and want to be just like him!" What a wonderful compliment! What an influence you made in everyone's life.
My Lord's day was no comparison to yours, I'm sure! Being face to face with our Savior is hard to beat and something I can hardly wait for! But, I had a good day!
Ilene and I joined Calvin, Sharon, Bobby and Joy for lunch at Vinnie's after church this morning. What great fellowship!
We sang your favorite song today, "Living by Faith." You lived your faith well!
I got a wonderful note from Doug Stewart letting me know he was praying for the family during our grieving time and told me he believed your life touched many other lives, especially in the way you handled your illness! What a testimony of trusting God you lived! Thank you for loving me!
I will always love you!
The Little Woman
Tim used to refer to me as "the little woman" sometimes. What a special memory!
Today I sent some more thank you cards out, did some checkbook work, other computer work and after church tonight I changed the church sign saying and began packing the boxes I got from Food Lion last night with my books. WHEW! I have packed up 6 1/2 boxes and I'm still not done!
I'm going to need a TON more boxes! I am going to need the Lord to help me weed out A LOT of stuff!
Jesus, Savior, pilot me
Over life’s tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treach’rous shoal;
Chart and compass come from Thee;
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
Over life’s tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll,
Hiding rock and treach’rous shoal;
Chart and compass come from Thee;
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
As a mother stills her child,
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boist’rous waves obey Thy will
When Thou say’st to them, “Be still.”
Wondrous Sov’reign of the sea,
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
Thou canst hush the ocean wild;
Boist’rous waves obey Thy will
When Thou say’st to them, “Be still.”
Wondrous Sov’reign of the sea,
Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
Still Thy grace will fear surpass;
In Thy presence I will rest,
And, while leaning on Thy breast,
I will hear Thee say to me,
“Fear not, I will pilot thee.”
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