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June 11, 2009



My grandma who was my absolute hero in life died 17 yrs ago and I still miss her so much. I treasure my memories and the Lord has given me some really awesome dreams where I woke up feeling like I got to spend time with her! I hope you experience some of those.I'm pretty convinced she'll be one of the first people I run up and hug on reunion day. Praying for Grace over you PB as you process your loss.

Sis Debbie Bixler

Thanks for sharing the wonderful memories. I can so "empathize" with you as I have lost both my Christian parents and miss them every single day. I thank God for my Christian heritage. And yes, there is so much for which to be thankful!!! Count you blessings and not your years on this earth for it is but vapor!!!

Jim Mather

Thanks for sharing those memories of your Dad;

Josh Encinias


This is an article one of my teacher's gave our class this last semester. Our course work was heavy, and required us to wade through hours apon hours of research. His goal by putting us through 'student torture' was to 1) humble us - because we can't know everything, but we need learn how to manage the problems in front of us without dispair and 2) embrace CONTROLLED suffering/agnoy/'student torture' as a discipline because... Ephesians 5:16 tells us to make the most of our time because it will prepare us for the days of evil, and Christ takes our suffering into the heart of God.

I'd like to hear what you think, if you'd like to read the article.

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