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A Bundle of Myrrh

"My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh." Song of Solomon 1:13

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Christmastide – Days Six and Seven

Sunday, January 7th, 2018

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Day 6.

On the sixth day of Christmas Lily made her famous biscuits but today cut them out with Christmas cookie cutters. She loved that and claimed all the Stockings were hers to eat.

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Keeping All Saints Day

Friday, November 17th, 2017

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Revelation 7:13-17 “These who are clothed in the white robes, who are they, and where have they come from?”  I said to him, “My lord, you know.” And he said to me, “These are the ones who come out of the great tribulation, and they havewashed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. For this reason, they are before the throne of God; and they serve Him day and night in His temple; and He who sits on the throne will spread His tabernacle over them. They will hunger no longer, nor thirst anymore; nor will the sun beat down on them, nor any heat; for the Lamb in the center of the throne will be their shepherd, and will guide them to springs of the water of life; and God will wipe every tear from their eyes.

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We Remember Him

Friday, October 27th, 2017

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“We know that Christ is raised and dies no more. Embraced by death, he broke its fearful hold, and our despair he turned to blazing joy. Alleluia!” John Geyer

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June 22nd

Thursday, June 22nd, 2017

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There seems to be nothing but emptiness today, the day I might have gone to a delivery room but instead stand beside a tiny grave. Instead of rejoicing we grieve. There won’t be tears of relief for a labor over and a new baby in our arms. Just the tears of sorrow for arms empty, without a new life to hold.

Our baby has faced death. In his death we see and feel and remember “that we are dust. The life of mortals is like grass, we flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone.”

Who will deliver us from these bodies of death? I thank God—through Jesus Christ our Lord.

“Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.”

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