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I've typed four posts since Thursday. I've deleted all four of those posts, intentionally.

To prevent being a bad news bear or an outlet of negativity, I'm not going into details in these situations, but please pray for these families:

1) The Wilkinsons
2) Charae
3) The Potts
4) The Wyatts
5) The Lewis family
6) Lytle/Atwood families
7) the Beatty family

A funny from today...For Bobby's 60th birthday, 1/2 of his family met at Toot-n-Tell for breakfast. For the 6 great nieces and nephews who could be there (ages 1-6), I had helium balloons on the table that they could take home after we ate. The kids were thrilled; the parents just gave us that look. My sister-in-law stayed behind and told us that many years ago the oldest one got a balloon at a restaurant, and she suggested in the parking lot they they let it go and give it to Jesus. So they did. A few years later, leaving the same restaurant, she overheard the oldest tell her younger sister "Whatever you do, don't give your balloon to Jesus. He doesn't give it back."  We have laughed at that all day long.

I am thankful that while Jesus doesn't return helium-filled balloons, he does hear the groanings of our heart.


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Melissa said…
It's hard to know how to move on with a normal post/life, right?

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