This morning, on our way off Camano Island (for the last time this summer) and to Seattle (to worship at Green Lake Presbyterian Church) we stopped at my grandmother's house to say one last goodbye to her. She is 103 years old.
She hugged me and said "Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy"...That is all she said, "Joy" again and again.
And in those words, perhaps the last words of my grandmother that I will ever hear, I tasted the fruit of God's healing grace in the soul.
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Oh so sweet....tears on my keyboard.
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