Monday, April 28, 2014


Not long after the death of my husband, I was mugged in an elevator of my apartment complex.  Although I managed to escape unharmed, it did lead to serious concerns about my mortality and a fear that I would not live to see my children grow up.

By the grace of God, not only did I see them both grow up, get married, and have families of their own, but I've been blessed with seven grandchildren and two great-grands.

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