Amy Ruth

Today, we are remembering Grandma Amy. And it has not gone without sobering thoughts of eternity. I know right now that she is with the Father and the place which the Son prepared for her.

What brings peace about my grandmother's life is that we are promised a kingdom and an eternity. Her life did not truly end a week ago. And this is the only hope we have--if it were not so, you ought to pity my life, hers, and anyone else spending their lives for the sake of His Name.

"If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied."--1 Corinthians 15:19

I can remember Grandma Amy singing earnestly over and over, "you can have all this world, but give me Jesus". I now know that her prayer has been answered and she has Him. And that is all she or I need, hope, and long for.

"I love you, Grandma."

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