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There is a silly picture in one of my photo albums of my parents and my husband. They are all laughing. My parents are sitting in a black Amish buggy they bought for their farm. My husband is holding the buggy shafts and pretending to pull them around.
As I smile down at the picture, an odd feeling like homesickness passes over me. All of them are with Jesus. They all “went ahead.” But this wasn’t the way it was supposed to be for my husband. He wasn’t o...
Published on December 24, 2018 07:19