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One Year Ago...

Can it be? One year ago that my five precious nieces and nephews were taken so suddenly in the automobile accident. My sister put it so beautifully. Read it here.

I sent the words of this card to my brother and sister-in-law.

The Lord has loved you through all your yesterdays...

He loves you now...

And He will love you through all your tomorrows.

I heard a pastor recently say,"With God timing is more important than time."

I have found so often his timing is perfect.Roy Lessin"The Lord appeared to us in the past and said, "I have loved you with aneverlasting love." Jer. 31:3

Thank you, God, for holding us as we remember again.

Comments

Anonymous said…
i like the words of that card. sounded like your holiday was relaxing. how did the salad go? :) love you. gina
Dorcas said…
I thought of you on that day.

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