“Blessed Jesus, Hold My Hand”

author- Albert Edward Brumley

Jesus, hold my hand
‘Cause I need Thee every hour
Through this pilgrim land
Protect me by Thy power

Hear my feeble plea
And O Lord look down on me
When I kneel in prayer
I hope to meet You there
Blessed Jesus, hold my hand

When I kneel in prayer
I hope to meet You there
Blessed Jesus, hold my hand

Yesterday, Joe and I were sitting on the front porch with our grandbabies. Joe and grand-son were sitting on the porch swing while grand-girl and I were in the rocking chair. We watched the birds flitter among the tree limbs and feeder- in a circular motion comparable to the children’s animated movies- tweeting as they went about their business. Squirrels skirting up, down, and across the limbs and ground gathering nuts for winter preparation.

Besides the beautiful sounds of nature, the creaking of the swing and rocker were in simultaneous motion. The leaves were turning their vibrant yellows, oranges and reds.

—-a small piece of heaven on earth—-

While I was observing my gentlemen peacefully swinging, I surveyed little grand-son take Papa’s middle finger and wrap his long arm around him in a secure grasp. Grand-son enveloped with Papa’s loving hold nestled for a short period with a smile stretched across his innocent face.

Picturesque moment- My heart filled with peace and calmness from the scene of the unspoken words of love and trust being exchanged between the two.

“Blessed Jesus, hold my hand” came to mind as I beheld this cherished sight.

This is the same with our Heavenly father- protected by His loving arms…

May your day be filled with the little things that remind you of our Father and Son as I have with the fall scenery- Jan



Hope everyone had a safe and industrious or restful Memorial Day.

How was the day spent: cookout at home? going to the lake? gathering with family and friends? fireworks?

Were patriotic decorations scattered about the setting(s)? Was the serving ware displaying the American flag?

At any time, was a moment of silence given to those who gave all?

Memorial Day is an American holiday, observed on the last Monday of May, honoring the men and women who died while serving in the U.S. military. Originally known as Decoration Day, it originated in the years following the Civil War and became an official federal holiday in 1971. Many Americans observe Memorial Day by visiting cemeteries or memorials, holding family gatherings and participating in parades.

Memorial Day 2021: Facts, Meaning & Traditions – HISTORY

No pictures or words can describe this holiday as best as observed in the following images. My simple words of “THANK YOU!” to the fallen heroes and their families will never be able to fully express my deep gratitude for the sacrifice given for my freedom. I have never faced first hand what this day stands for even though I had several generations of uncles and cousins who served in wars. Remember my son and his family as he is serving our country.

Marines pray for fallen brother

I cannot listen or read the lyrics without shedding a tear for this holy ground. We will forever be grateful for your service.


The lyrics are eloquently written from a fallen soldier’s perspective.

I never thought that this is where I’d settle down,
I thought I’d die an old man back in my hometown,
They gave me this plot of land, me and some other men, for a job well done,
There’s a big white house sits on a hill just up the road,
The man inside he cried the day they brought me home,
They folded up a flag and told my mom and dad, “We’re proud of your son.”

And I’m proud to be on this peaceful piece of property,
I’m on sacred ground and I’m in the best of company,
I’m thankful for those thankful for the things I’ve done,
I can rest in peace, I’m one of the chosen ones, I made it to Arlington

I remember daddy brought me here when I was eight,
We searched all day to find out where my granddad lay,
And when we finally found that cross,
He said, “Son, this is what it cost to keep us free.” Now here I am,
A thousand stones away from him,
He recognized me on the first day I came in,
And it gave me a chill when he clicked his heels, and saluted me.

And I’m proud to be on this peaceful piece of property,
I’m on sacred ground and I’m in the best of company,
I’m thankful for those thankful for the things I’ve done,
I can rest in peace, I’m one of the chosen ones, I made it to Arlington

And every time I hear twenty-one guns,
I know they brought another hero home to us

We’re thankful for those thankful for the things we’ve done,
We can rest in peace, ’cause we are the chosen ones,
We made it to Arlington, yeah dust to dust,
Don’t cry for us, we made it to Arlington

Trace Adkins – Arlington Lyrics | MetroLyrics


Loving My Outdated Kitchen

I love my kitchen!

Have you ever heard of the saying, “The kitchen is the heart of the home.”? I believe this statement is true. No matter the size- the kitchen is always filled with bustling bodies or food to feed the weary. The kitchen is a gathering area. It hears stories of the day, worries about tomorrows, and whispering prayers.

Our table has served us well over the years. There is nothing like having a meal or conversations with family and friends.

January is the beginning of a new year. My goal for this winter season is to declutter any unused items. With this decluttering goal, I am reminded of how much we have accumulated over the years and being fortunate in receiving an overabundance of household items when we married.

This house was built in 1985, and we purchased it in 1994. We remodeled the kitchen 18 years ago. Light oak cabinets were the style in the early 2000’s. Not much has changed since the remodeling except a new refrigerator and removing the dish washer.

The counter tops have faded to a lighter shade of the original darker burgundy. The color’s purpose was to mask future stains and shield against the hard well water. Surprisingly, the counter tops have held up quite well and continue to look in good condition for their age. I know they are not in style, but who can complain when they are doing a great job. My goal or wish is to replace the counter tops with butcher block, but this will be a project for another day.

The Keurig sat here previously before moving to the coffee bar in the sunroom.

I know, I know. The appliances are different colors. We started with the white theme but had a change of heart when the refrigerator had to be replaced. I love the black stainless look; it matches the microwave. We will go with the newer scheme as the appliances are needing replacing.

I cannot live without the magnet monthly calendar. It keeps me sane as well as the school calendar, cleaning schedule, and Bible verses.

Our stove top is unique. The top is divided with a grill on the left and two heating elements on the right. We keep a removable Lodge gridle on the grill. If needed, the grill can be used as two more elements allowing four pots to cook simultaneously. I love my stove top and the interchangeable grill element even though we never took advantage of purchasing additional parts.

The lighting for the stove top is hidden under the upper cabinet as well as the electrical strips concealed under the other cabinets. The light switch is for the newly converted sunroom.

This corner can feel overwhelming when I have to cook several dishes or have a multitude to wash.

Lastly, a trash can and other items are stashed in the dishwasher’s space. I never felt the need to replace it. What was the point in having a dishwasher if I was going to rinse beforehand? This way the overflowing trash can is not visible to the visiting eyes.

A door way between the stove top and microwave cabinets open into the sunroom. This was originally the side porch, which was utilized more often than the main porch off the living room. The sunroom is a dream come true; however, it is still under construction with only the small details left to be finished. I am eager to share the new room once I get the “go ahead” from my husband.

I would be telling a false statement if I said this is the kitchen’s normal state. Most days the counter tops are filled with items needing to return to their home. I have to give myself “grace” when it comes to cooking and cleaning in a timely manner.

As I was writing earlier, I love my outdated kitchen. It has been good to us. The kitchen brings me joy and happiness even if it is a little cluttered.

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Oh Christmas Tree! Oh Christmon Tree! Oh How I Love Thee!

Our Christmon tree will remain up till the end of January. We waited with decorating until the arrival of our son’s family, which was the week of Christmas.

The tree is adorned with crocheted pieces from our wedding 27 years ago. My aunt created patterns to crochet specific Christmon symbols. Every year, my husband reads the meaning of each symbol while a child (young adults now) places the symbol on the tree. It has been a tradition since the children were younger to read aloud the true reason for the Christmas season.

A Christmon tree holds symbols that represent Jesus, our Savior.
Five symbols are mixed among the angels, candy canes, and snowflakes.

The yearly tradition is completed when one child places the angel on top. This year we were graced with our 11th month old grandson-with the help of his dad and uncle- adding the final touch.

There is something special about a tree and its belongings. An ornament or other significant item representing memorable events, whether good or bad: birth, marriage, or a year’s highlights such as toilet paper and facial masks, but our tree gained an ornament announcing our grandson’s “first Christmas.”

I have not transitioned my tree with Valentine’s decorations, nor do I intend to do so at this time. I prefer to leave it as is in order to focus on the peace and calmness the tree brings with reflection and the Christmas story.

One side note- I took a picture of the tree and the outdoor waving flag and posted the scene on Instagram. At the time of the post, I was not aware of what was taking place outside of my home environment. Later, I learned of the events and thought of the irony of the perfect timing of my thoughts and feelings, “One Nation Under God.”

I hope this past Christmas tree brought you much joy and happiness as it did our family even with the multitude of 2020 hardships.

May you be filled with the jovial anticipation of decorating any tree for any occasion.

Did We Forget Turkey Day? Better Yet- Giving Thanks?

I made a Thanksgiving bouquet to place on my father’s grave. My mother-in-love’s is already placed.

Did we forget that there is still Thanksgiving to be shared with family and friends?

Grant it this home is now free of fragile items that were easily assessible to our 22 month old Grand-son. He is no longer enticed to caress all the beseeching FALL decorations. I think he will be more appreciative of this in order not to hear the “NO!” recorder.

But Tom the Turkey continues to welcome everyone to the dinner table. The China cabinet, butler’s buffet and coffee station display an array of pumpkins, Pilgrims, and florals. The red Memory Lane plates decorate half of the dining room wall.

These main cupboards will scream Thanksgiving till Black Friday. Afterwards, I will gladly pull out the Christmas boxes. Until then, I will focus on the turkey, dressing and all other dishes that my family enjoys.

ON a serious note, I want to express my gratitude to everyone who takes the time to read this small blog. It is humbling to look at the statistics and seeing the blog reaching an audience beyond the United States. I have a small number of followers and for that I am very grateful for them and YOU, the reader. It is difficult for me to sit and read blogs that I follow, so for the audience to take time to read my meager words is an honor.

Not only am I thankful for this blog and audience, I am thankful first and foremost for a God who has forgiven and accepted me as His child. I believe in Jesus as my personal Savior and am looking forward to the day I can sit beside Him and rejoice with my family and friends who have gone on before me.

Secondly, I am thankful for my husband, four children and daughter-in-love, grandchildren, mother, siblings and their families, in-laws, extended family and friends. My husband and I live a simple life in an antiquated log home. Words cannot express the many blessings that have been bestowed upon me over these 49 years. Yes, I have or experienced struggles- financially, emotionally, physically- like anyone else, but God has never forsaken me when I have been in the valley.

This song says it all. I had the opportunity to hear the Gaithers in concert 16 years ago. What a blessing!

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https://youtu.be/R9gEo0_Abc4 Sheri Easter, Jeff Easter, Charlotte Ritchie, Vestal Goodman

May November 25th bring a grateful heart as it will mine. This will be the first Thanksgiving without my mother-in-love and the sixth without my father. For those who celebrate- have a safe Happy Thanksgiving. To others, take time to thank someone in your life and your maker. We all have something to be thankful for. The past several years have been a valley, but let’s climb the mountain together and be grateful for what we have.

Happy Thanksgiving family and friends- Jan

To My Daughter, Son, and Husband & All First Responders

Did you thank a First Responder on October 28th? EMTs, Paramedics, Police, and Fire Fighters and any First Responder certified contribute to our communities as he or she responds to a call whether the call is small or full emergency. They are here to assist us in our need.

Our daughter decided to follow in her father’s footsteps as an EMT and is currently attending paramedic school. Not only is she devoted to being an EMT, she is also a volunteer fire fighter. She desires to help those in need while asking for little in return. She has seen and been engaged in the profoundly worst traumas yet continues to get up each day to see the best in people at their darkest time. Her face bears a gentle smile when she leaves the house in the early morning hours or attending to a 911 call. The same is observable as she returns the following day after completing a 24 or 48 hour shift. J carries a lot of weight figuratively and literally with her job specifications. She has gone beyond the call of duty to serve our community and others.  She is my hero!  Daughter- Give God the glory for your success and in His timing you will be where He wants you.

Our son decided to follow in his father’s footsteps as a volunteer fire fighter. He is currently in the training stage at the local fire station and attends the weekly meetings. J has one of the most arduous jobs during the day. He works at a funeral home keeping the memorial grounds and laying loved ones in their final resting places. J has formed a deep respect for these sacred grounds.  His personal goal is ensuring the grounds have what is needed in their proper places.  J works to pay for his schooling at the local technical college and the expected date of graduation in engineering is this spring.  He has gone further than we ever expected.  J has a success story of his own to tell.  He is my hero!  Son- I am proud of you and lean on God’s guidance seeking His direction for what will come next.

The man who has influenced our children is my husband; Joe wears many hats: former technology teacher, volunteer fire fighter, and an EMT. His first love was being a first responder. I knew this when we met twenty-nine years ago. Joe thrives on a scene. His wealth of knowledge enthralls me as he has a scientific mind and is able to cypher the different medical subjects. When Joe was working full-time, he would be out all hours of the night assisting on a call. One night in particular, Joe responded to our city’s fire. This fire totaled several businesses and homes. I arrived on the scene around four in the morning searching for Joe to come home in order to prepare for the school day. Joe was released from the scene as well as many other city and county volunteers to attend to their full-time employments. As I waited, I heard the responders conversing over the grueling fire and its containment due to the team work of the multiple city and county stations.

First responders are on call 24/7. Their dedication is admirable. They are here for you and me and I am not ashamed to call on them if needed.

I am honored to be a wife and mother to first responders. As always- come home safely to me.

To My Son & To All Past, Present, and Future Services

“Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13

First and foremost- thank you for your service and sacrifice to and for our country. Without your presence, this country would not be standing today. There are no words that can deeply express my gratitude and appreciation.

To all others- let’s put aside our differences and celebrate the one day that values and recognizes our VETERANS.

“Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go.” Joshua 1:9

My family believes in the past, present, and future of our service men and women as seen in the quote, “WE stand for the flag and kneel at the cross.”

To the service men and women- Even though we have not met, know that you are being uplifted in prayer. May God’s hands bring comfort and peace as you stand grounded for the United States wherever you are or have served. Let your character shine in wisdom, humbleness, and faith for which this country was founded. Guard your character from those who seek to break your spirit and constitution. God knows your heart and your purpose in completing His will. Your family also shares this same character. You are never alone.

And he said, “The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold and my refuge; My savior, Thou dost save me from violence. “I call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised; And I am saved from my enemies.” 2 Samuel 22: 2-4

To my son- You have made us proud of your duty to God and our country. We will always stand behind you in your decision to serve in an unpopular employment. God has a plan for you as you dedicate yourself to and for others. Never think you are alone as so many people are personally uplifting your name to our Heavenly Father. Go out and accomplish what you have set forth and be proud of who you are and will become in your division. As always, come home safely to us. Love, Mom

“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” Psalm 46:1

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May you thank a veteran or pay tribute to those that have gone on before us as our family has and will do so this Thursday, November 11th, Veterans Day.

Aprons & Tablecloths

  1. Grandmother’s apron- one pocket, hand towel sewn into the apron’s waistband
  2. Grandmother’s apron- two pockets
  3. My petite apron when I was younger
  4. Strawberry apron- first sewing project
  5. My mother sewed an apron from my late father’s shirt.
  6. I sewed the smaller apron for our oldest daughter.

THE HISTORY OF THE APRON – (Unknown Author):

I don’t think our kids know what an really apron is.

The principal use of Grandma’s apron was to protect the dress she wore underneath. Because she only had a few. It was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.

It was wonderful for drying children’s tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.

From the chicken coop the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.

When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.

And when the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms.

Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.

Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.

From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.

In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.

When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.

It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that ‘old-time apron’ that served so many purposes.

Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.
They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron…

I don’t think I ever caught anything from an apron… but love!

This reverence to a simple staple in the homes of years past magnifies the grandmothers’ love to her family and homeplace.

I sewed my first apron when I was in sixth grade, and it rests among my other apron assortment. The apron demonstrates a beginner’s trial yet carries the burgeoning enjoyment of many sewn projects hence.

Different themed tablecloths: 1) rooster [late mother-in-law’s] 2) apple 3) harvest [table runner sewn by my mother]

Tablecloths always welcomed visitors to my grandmothers’ tables. The worn cloths were always clean and free of wrinkles. One grandmother would place another cloth over the dinner meal for any newcomers to partake if wanted. This method also saved the leftovers for the supper meal. At the day’s end, she would fold the precious cover and set aside on her buffet to be used again the following day.

These antiquated staples are observable in my home. I wear an apron to cook and wash dishes while the tablecloth protects what’s underneath from unintentional scratches and the many touching hands.

I found “The Tablecloth” story in many forms on the internet. I felt it would be easier to listen to the precious story instead of copying and pasting the long narration.

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May you find joy in these simple staples as I have over the years. May they tell your story- Jan

The Fall Season

How do you describe fall? Would you use descriptive words that entails the senses? Are traditions included in the narration?

When does fall commence in your household: calendar year or back to school season?

I slowly begin in August with apple decorations to kick off the fall season and conclude with Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving must not be forgotten! Remember, Tom the Turkey must make his presence known before Santa.

Small touches of Halloween were scattered throughout the fall novelties. However, our Halloween decor was centered around our young grandchildren. Since we are now the J’Pa and J’Ma daycare, we focused on “The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown” with Dollar General jack-o-lanterns and Dollar Tree pumpkins. Additional items were included to incorporate the Peanuts theme: ghosts, character throws and tea towels. The family carved a pumpkin on Friday before the seasonal Halloween elements were packed on Saturday, October 30th.

Most of the items are from years past consisting of thrifted finds or inheritances from family members. I love displaying dinnerware as seasonal decor. Coffee cups filled with an array of florals or stems, plates used as risers, and trinkets contain the season’s main colors. Joe created several 3-D acorns and squirrels using his personal printer.

The placements changed over the weekend in order for me to dust and put away the plethora of decor. I will be toning down the colors and designing spaces for the Thanksgiving pieces.

May the wavering season bring reflection to your lives as it has mine. Fall has a purpose and fulfills the beautiful scenery created by God. May you, too, fulfill His beautiful purpose created for you- Jan.

The Worn Bible

The B-I-B-L-E
Yes, that’s the book for me
I stand alone on the Word of God
The B-I-B-L-E

author unknown

My Bible has seen its days. It carries the same marks as me: worn, torn, spine falling apart, added marginal notes dating independent studies, sermons, and memories.

Even though my Bible is half my age, it remains a staple in my life. Admittingly, I have gone months without touching it- collecting dust as a decor fixture. Then I feel led to open it and study particular books and chapters leaving dates and words of learnings.

My church gifted me this precious Bible when I graduated with my master’s in 2001. The Bible is secured in a cloth cover with extra paper and pens. A clean Kleenex can be found between pages. However, many pages remain untouched by a pen.

I do not know all the books of the Bible in order. I struggle with memorization and being able to recall verses. This is the reason I write verses on note cards and post-it notes to remind me of His words.

I may not understand all of its words, but I know they are written with a purpose.

Psalm 27:14 “Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord.”

This verse serves as a reminder to “Trust & Obey”- wait on the Lord for in His timing I will grow as He wants.

1 King 3: 11-12 “…but hast asked thyself understanding to discern judgment; Behold, I have done according to thy words: lo, I have given thee a wise and an understanding heart….”

discern- knowing when to speak and act upon as King Solomon’s wisdom is shown in later verses

J’Pa and J’Ma’s Daycare

“Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD….” Psalm 127:3

Grand-son holding Pa-Pa’s hand.

We have entered a new season of caring for our grandchildren while their parents work and attend post-secondary school. J’Pa’s face lights up every time he is with a grandchild. He reverts back to his childhood as he builds and creates with the variety of blocks. If only I was that imaginative!

A big shout-out to the older generations: I know many grandparents assist with the responsibility of raising their grandchildren due to a variety of reasons. These grandparents need to be applauded for their efforts of caring for the younger generation. Every grandparent has something to offer whether it is reminiscing about history, giving wisdom of problem solving or blessing one with that needed hug of encouragement. **********

I ordered two car seats to keep in our vehicle. This makes it easier on everyone as the grandbabies go to their respective places. Before the grandbabies moved here, we prepared ourselves and the home by purchasing books and age-appropriate manipulatives/toys that will engage their growing minds. J’Pa and our younger two children had to try out each playful item to see how it worked. Oh my! It was inexpensive entertainment watching the three figure out the purpose of each object or reading with inflecting voices from the board or cloth books. Of course, the items received approval from all.

We have a set space in the sunroom with little odds and ends of thrifted toys, books, blocks, etc. A small patio table and stepping stools serve as Grand-son’s work place for eating or building. Princess does not need much since she is only five months. We also have J’Pa’s chairs from when he was little. These keepsakes were made from his grandfather.

Each grandchild has his or her own pack and play for naps. Furthermore, Grand-son has his own dinning room chair next to Pa-Pa. The booster seat allows him to join the family at the table and to swipe goodies from Pa-Pa’s plate.

I get excited talking about the littles. They are precious and will not be with us for long due to their father’s enlistment. I will miss them when it is time for them to move on to their next placement, but for now, this is the season to treasure precious memories with the littles.

May a child’s smile or memory bring happiness to your day even for a short moment for they are not little for long. Jan

Matthew 19:14 … Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” .

Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness.-Jane Austen

Used a butter knife to shape the designs on this homemade apple pie.

Oh, how I love apples! My sense of smell is lost in the aroma of cooking apples. Not only does the aroma tickles my nose, but the savoring juices are a relish to my mouth.

I have fond memories of picking apples and then creating delicacies from this sweet fruit. Days would be spent making jelly, jams, applesauce, apple butter, and the ever so delicious baked goods. Overtime, I learned to substitute recipe ingredients with applesauce.

In answer to the question: does making pies make one happy and contented with the home? I concur with Austen’s quote. I acquire gratification in making pies and other goodies for others’ enjoyment. A small treat soothes the soul and the weary. Tranquility is found in that moment of eating a warm slice as the worries melt away.

Does your body relax while eating a pleasurable delight? My answer is a BIG yes.

The following is a grated apple pie recipe from my late mother-in-law.

frozen pie crust or homemade, (I always make mine.)

2 cups grated apples

1 stick of butter (melted)

1 egg (beaten well)

1 teaspoon cinnamon

1 cup sugar

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grate apples and drain off juice to avoid over bubbling. Set aside. Mix sugar and cinnamon. Add butter and egg. Slowly mix in grated apple.

Pour onto pie crust. Bake till the crust is bubbly and brown. I usually allow mine to bake for at least 50 to 60 minutes.

If you choose to make the pie crust, the ingredients are also listed.

2 cups of all purpose flour

extra flour for rolling dough

2/3 cups of shortening

1 tsp of salt

cold water with added ice cubes to keep water cold as the dough is being made

Having difficulty loading any videos that I made in making the crust and apple filling. I am going to publish this post so everyone can enjoy the pie during the fall season.

A Season of Mourning

It has been a very challenging summer; besides suffering the loss of our G’Ma and friends, the family battled with COVID. Hearing the current state of affairs, nationally and globally, has left me feeling disheartened.

-But I know God is in control. Ending this post with three verses:

“Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.” Isaiah 41:10 (KJV)

“I have seen his ways, and will heal him: I will lead him also, and restore comforts unto him and to his mourners. I create the fruit of the lips; Peace, peace to him that is far off, and to him that is near, saith the LORD; and I will heal him.” Isaiah 57:18-19 (KJV)

“And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.” Revelations 21:4 (KJV)

May you find peace and encouragement as I have with these verses. Jan

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