Thursday, January 7, 2010
A New Year...
wow...another year has passed and the store will be 9 on March 17th. How insignificant this seems, knowing what every person goes through in a passing day. Today, I am saddened my the loss of a child, an acquaintance's 10th grade daughter, killed in a car wreck last night coming home from a Bible study out on Loudon road. Perhaps she had already learned her greatest lesson, forgiveness, and God wanted her home. Teri wrote me a thank you card yesterday, always beautiful, and she memorized and quoted these beautiful words from an old hymn. I've read them over and over today.
"Could we with ink the ocean fill
and were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade,
To write the Love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry,
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky to sky."