Touray

In the still of the night we sat with the phones glued to our ears, transformed 30 years older. She sung hymns that she heard growing up at the girls home. I sung hymns my mother sang walking through the house at night
….Jesus, Jesus, Je..sus, Like a fragrance after the rain…

miles apart and years seperated we were hearing the same things, learning the same things, singing the same things, call on the same Name.

…Jesus, these just something about that name…

Even now, she in New Mexico, and I in Texas…3 years seperated…we sing what was sung to us

…Amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved…

She’s coping with her daughter being removed from her custody. She’s dealing with another round of surgery, She’s overcoming abuse

…A wretch like me, I once was lost but now I’m found…

She spoke to me about what it means to hold onto the Lord and let go of pain. We spoke about forgiveness. Hopefully when she gets here with her little girl We will be like those who dreamed when the Lord turned over the capitivity of Isreal, Our tongues full of singing, and our arms full of sheaves,

…was blind but now I see…

My Dustie

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