consistency, my prayer.
Last week another of "my" widow ladies went to be with the Lord. Ninety-four years old, and faithful to the Lord, His people, His church and her family all those years. Not perfect, failures that I am aware of, but faithful and true as best she could. Last I saw her was almost a year and a half ago. And though it had been several years and she had some age related dementia, her family assured me that she remembered me. And she seemed to when I had the opportunity to greet her, though I likely wouldn't have recognized her if she hadn't been with her family. It always amazes me when I am remembered by those who have forgotten others. Anyway. She passed away a couple weeks ago, and her memorial service was last weekend. Living far and being too busy for my own good made it impossible for me to attend the service in person. But thanks to the chaos of 2020 and the capability of livestreaming via Facebook, I was able to be there virtually. I was blessed to ...