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  But I will sacrifice unto thee with the voice of thanksgiving; I will pay that that I have vowed. Salvation is of the Lord. - Jonah 2:9 Like Jonah I sometimes find myself going in a direction that is contrary to where the Lord has led me.  This does not work out well. Ever. One songwriter penned: the safest place in the whole wide world is in the will of God.  I bless God that He often stirs me up in my sleep.  Sometimes the stirring is a song in the night that lasts all night.  There are times when He sends shadows, turmoil that shakes me, bringing me back to my spiritual senses.  Then there are times like last night when he covers my spirit with hope and visions of glory. I dreamt of a baby girl whose cries turned to humming. I shouted to her parents: do you hear the melody she’s humming? Her parents and I leaned closer as the baby “cried hummed”, “Amazing Grace.”  I was overjoyed, it was a spectacular scene.  The humming of the baby woke me. That which I heard in my sleep stirred

  As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world. - John 9:5 It’s not even 6:00 pm but it’s so dark outside. It is taking time to adjust to daylight savings time. For some the lost of daylight hours causes sadness, in some cases depression.  Yet, there is encouragement. There is light in the darkness.  The Word of God is not bound by seasonal changes or time clocks. In Him there is always light for He is Light. Look for him in the moonlight. Consider Him in the stars. Day and night…sunshine and moonlight, designed by His powerful hand.  Light in the darkness…Jesus is.  God bless! In Christ,  Sis. Stephanie 

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         - Revelation 21:4 Gretchen. I still miss my sister. With each passing year there is an awareness that although she is absent from this earth, she dwells now in a state of perfect peace. Her tears have been wiped away. There is no more death. No more pain.  There are still days when I think “I’m going to tell Gretchen about this or that. There are days I cry and wish she had not left me so soon. Yet, for every tear and lonely moment, the Lord has kept me. He reminds me of the power of a Christian witness. He encourages me in knowing that blessed are they who die in the Lord.  My sister was my friend. She was doubly related by birth and by the blood of Jesus Christ. Blessed be the ties that bind us still.  With each passing year, I thank God for the awesome gift of my only sister.  See you in t