25 November 2017
My brother Joe best captured her: "I know no matter what I ever do or don't do, she'll always love me." That sort of love provides an anchor for the soul. It's also way too easy to take it for granted. I know I did.
Her favorite Bible verse (which was also her dear Aunt Nannie's): "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints." Psalm 116:15.
May God rest your soul, mom, and bring you to the joy of the resurrection morn, in the new heavens and the new earth, where bodies are whole and memories are healed and we will be reunited with those we have loved before the throne of the Lamb!
Posted by William Weedon at 9:09 AM