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Missing Those Who Were Ever So Special In Our Lives
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Ma Betty in MO
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C. Nyal de Kaye
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Time does give some sort of healing, at least the pain reduces.
It is Sunday morning here, 15th December. My Mum died on this day in 1970. She was a godly woman, only 58 years old, and very active in the Lord's work.
43 years have passed since that sad day, but I can still easily get into tears if I let myself go, so I don't. But the initial daily painful emotions have long gone and so life goes on, as it must.
There is a season for all things, as the Scripture teaches ...
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
It is Sunday morning here, 15th December. My Mum died on this day in 1970. She was a godly woman, only 58 years old, and very active in the Lord's work.
43 years have passed since that sad day, but I can still easily get into tears if I let myself go, so I don't. But the initial daily painful emotions have long gone and so life goes on, as it must.
There is a season for all things, as the Scripture teaches ...
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;