Jan here...Brent is outside shovelling by hand a drift almost as tall as he is. The wind has blown it so hard, that he can't use the new snow blower we bought this fall. Don't you just love it? I think he really likes the hard work myself.
Anyway, thank you Kris for making us aware of Paul's passing and the wonderful reminder of how our heavenly Father takes care of every little detail...including the whisper of hope for Dorothy. Sorry I won't be able to make it to the funeral, but appreciate you representing those of us that will not be able to make it. In my feeble mind, I picture Paul sitting down at an old farm table with his Mom, Lillian and his sister, Emily drinking a good cup of coffee. They are laughing at all the stuff they thought was important when on this earth and now seeing it through new, heavenly eyes as to how insignificant it really was. Thank you Lord for the hope of heaven!
Love and hugs to you all...Jan-e-poo
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