I was painting my fingernails Sunday morning before church, and I had this flashback of my Mama painting her nails every Sunday morning before church. It is such a sweet memory to think of my Mama making herself pretty to go to God's house. I love her and the example she has been to me...I would wake up to find her reading the Word and sipping on a cup of coffee. As an adult, I see how huge this was because my Mama really dislikes reading. Yet, she took time every day to start her day with Jesus. What a blessing she is!!
More memories assaulted me today as I listened to a good friend share with me the struggles her sister-in-love is going through after losing her daughter last week. She was telling me how she was worried about certain things, and I saw myself doing the same things 9 1/2 years ago. I felt that hurt that she feels and the feeling of spinning out of control. I hurt for this woman. It hurts. There are times when I just don't understand why God chooses to send us down certain paths, but I know He has a perfect plan and a purpose worthy of the pain. Pray for her with me...
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