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And Jesus is helping me be strong too, even as I feel as if I am constantly living on the cusp of Good Friday and Easter, every moment of every day. I keep saying to myself, "I wish that I knew how this will turn out! I wish I knew what I can expect of my baby boy Karl!" And then I am again reminded that I do know how this will turn out. Life will win. Jesus is stronger than death. Again, I may have to wait (and God knows that as I ponder my own tragedy, and learn of the tragedies of so many of these other families at Vogtareuth, and hear of hundreds killed at a school in Russia, I pray over and over, "Come, Lord Jesus."), but still, that tomb was empty. "Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here, but has risen."
Yes, Jesus loves me. And Karl. And Else. And Opa and Oma, and Amy and Robin, both of whom are here to help us. And you too.
Peace, and enjoy the happy pics!
Anna
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