Paul and I have just returned home from the funeral of a most precious little girl. Lydia's smile could have lit a room. Now it reflects the glory of God the Savior for all eternity. Perhaps you've noticed the sparsity of my entries here these last two weeks. We've been struggling and praying for appropriate ways to handle what we're dealing with, and when and whether to speak about it. Up until now, for reasons which will become obvious, I've only shared this with a very few trusted friends. Paul made reference to it on his blog several days ago, but with no specifics. I think it may be time for me to fill in the gaps. What we're dealing with is horrible and ugly - about as ugly as it gets. This all happens on the heels of my mother's death, and has now somehow managed to even overshadow that. Mother's death, as difficult as it was...well...it made sense. She was 87 years old, and hadn't been well in many years. This, on the other hand, is a m...
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Jeri, my clock read 10:45, if I don't do the math you're not up very late at all. You should check out Paul's blog for today. One of the posts is a quote about the hours between midnight and 4 am. I can certainly relate. I told Paul that I like those hours, but I want the daytime too. It's a pickle.
If I hear anything else about how to divide your posts up I'll let you know. Even Jennie, the almost all-knowing Blogger, didn't know.