. . . and do I ever need that promise these days. My prayer for several weeks has been each day "Lord, help me through this day!" And you know, He has!
Helen and I are moving and that in itself is a stress producer.
But we have a grandson living with us who is potentially homeless once we leave.
We have the gatherings of 33 years in Massachusetts and 50+ years of pastoral and personal correspondence. Anybody want some personal notes handwritten by Bertha Munro? We've pitched out, tossed away-- better us than some poor folk who would have to bring shovels...
So-- in spite of it all-- this our adventure. I'm only two years older than Abram was when he left Haran to go-- westward-- as the Lord led him.
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