So many times I reach down to get "my" Bible, but it isn't there. You know, the Bible that is marked and highlighted with notes written in. I don't like using new Bibles. I'm missing that well used Bible. It is buried under the rubble somewhere. A precious treasure. I am so thankful that it isn't the end of God's Word. His Word lives on. I think of the many of God's children imprisoned for their faith, and they do not hold a Bible in their hand either. God's Word is hidden in their heart.
A fun afternoon with a friend. Today was SkipBo and talking. Next time we will consider scrap-booking. I need these moments.
I'm waiting for Patrick's return. A few more days. Am I waiting as anxiously for our Lord's return? A probing thought, it is.
Peggy I-lean is so ready for her leg/foot. We will work hard at it soon.
Pray for Patrick. Pray that I will be patient until I can walk again.
Praying for you. We love you and may God bless you each one
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