Spent the day on our family farm that’s been in our family since 1882. An old song came to mind “precious father, loving mother... fly across the lonely years..and old home scenes of my childhood in fond memories appear”. Father, thank you because of believing in You we will have a day of sweet reunion. I miss them more and more, and I’m home sick for heaven, in Jesus’ name, amen.
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