Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Vina's passing marks a distinct alteration in what we (Mom and I)have as a constant. (Mom, especially) Altho, Vina was so frail she was on our side of heaven. Mom could speak of her as if she could call her on the phone. Now we look forward to meeting her at the feet of our Savior quoting scripture, dancing, singing, seeing. And, oh, the sight she can see in Glory! When God healed her eyes she saw Him first. Bless you. Our hearts are at the Carlyle Church with you on Thursday.
