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"Knowing this that the trying of your faith worketh patience."
      -  James 1:3

 Dear Friends,

 I have been working on today's blog entry for quite a while.  The scripture lesson today is a living reality for me. Right now, in this moment the Lord is reminding me of the importance of patience.

 It has been eight months today since my sister passed.  I wanted
to post as part of today's entry a portion of a song she sang at the Pastor and Wife's Anniversary celebration she and her husband attended in December 2014.  I kept trying over and over to figure out how to upload and attach the song.  I could not figure it out.
Perhaps one day.  It was not God's will today.

 However,  the memory of my sister and the strength of her voice that Sunday afternoon resonates with me, "I know it was the blood, I know it was the blood, I know it was the blood for me.  One day when I was lost, He died upon the cross. I know it was the blood for me.  He's coming back again.  He's coming back again. He's coming back again. He's coming back again for me. One day when I was lost, He died upon the cross. I know it was the blood for me."

 The assurance and conviction enabled Gretchen to keep going.
Her faith was tried. Yet, she patiently waited with great anticipation for the Savior to come back for her.  She was not disappointed.

 Keep going.  Keep believing.  The blood still works.  One day when
we were lost, He died upon the cross.  I know it was the blood for you and for me.

 in Christ,

 Sis. Stephanie

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