There is an Andrew Peterson song that starts out with this line. "Three days before Autumn, a cold winter came. It blew in on a telephone call, when my friend went away." Although it isn't autumn, the winter wind was felt tonight on a telephone call right before we took the field to play softball. It was the call to tell us Crystal had gone to be with the Lord. Words can not describe, so I won't even try.
Psalm 116:15 Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints
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When a saint is called home early (in our minds) I always want to ask why. But then I remember God owes me no explanation for why He brings His chosen home when He chooses. My prayers are with all of you.
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