Betty and I were in my studio
last night when we received news of the death of a dear loved one. We held hands and prayed and cried. I hate death and often yesterday would have
cussed a blue streak at its heinous back.
This morning I am in soft praise that Mr. Fred is with our God and His
Son, our Savior, Christ, because death is only a shadow over the hearts of the
living and no where with the living in Christ.
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| An old altar of resurrection that has often reminded me of His faithfulness. |
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