“Yet, O Lord, You are our Father.
We are the clay, You are the Potter;
we are all the work of Your hand.”
(Isaiah 64:8 NIV)
A co-worker in the Gift Gallery confessed her memories were not as they once were. I reassured her that we all drift away. That is how we were made. Aging is a part of life. Only my Creator knows what I go through as my body weakens and I experience pain. I will rejoice as I move closer to having a new, resurrected body. I hope you will, too!
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