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Lil' John and Big Sis' Rachel
Rach-n-Jay with Lil' John
Sweet Baby Brother
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| I love you Grandma.
Even though our minds don't always remember, our hearts always do.
June 16, 1942 - November 21, 2006
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
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| News, news, newsHey Y'all,
Here's the latest...
Everything is looking up-- for the most part. Yesterday Jason learned
of the openings for the PSP, luckily his top three troops all had
openings for new troopers- Troop M- Bethlehem Troop N- Hazelton Troop
L- Reading/Hamburg, although this is good news for us, there is still
no guarantee that he will be placed in his top three, he could still go
somewhere like Philadelphia, which would be a drag. If he does get
stationed in Troop M, that would be so awesome, because he would take
over his Mom's apartment once she moves in with Mark, and their place
will become Jason and I's (once we're married next year of course.) If
that doesn't happen however I guess I will be commuting to school from
somewhere further away come October- so keep us in your prayers.
Wedding plans are coming along slowly but surely, we're looking into
photographers right now and we have our deposit down at Stroudsmoor so
Sunday October 28th is officially ours for next year. Yay!!
Meanwhile, Little John still hasn't been born! Mom is well into her 9th
month and has had some steady contractions the last couple days, but
nothing too substantial as of yet. I should have a new little brother
in only a few days!
Grandma is still struggling. We found out that she has some form of
cancer, and since we aren't willing to put her through exploratory
surgery as of yet, or chemotherapy there is no way to tell if she has
stomach, or bone cancer or if it has spread to her brain. Just keep her
in your prayers as well that God will ease her mind and keep her
comfortable.
Also, I finally got my car replaced. Its a 1998 Honda Accord LX and its
actually a pretty sweet ride. Very roomy and drives heavy. A grown ups'
car I like to call it. I named him Giles because I think he has a
british personality, and its kinda what my license plate spells.
Anyway, leaving some pics of the new car.
Love you all,
Rachel
 
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| Why
We rode into town the other day
Just me and my Daddy
He said I'd finally reached that age
And I could ride next to him on a horse
That of course was not quite as wide
We heard a crowd of people shouting
And so we stopped to find out why
And there was that man
That my dad said he loved
But today there was fear in his eyes
So I said "Daddy, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe?
I'll bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows
Daddy, please can't you do something?
He looks as though He's gonna cry
You said he was stronger than all of those guys
Daddy, please tell me why
Why does everyone want him to die?"
Later that day the sky grew cloudy
And Daddy said I should go inside
Somehow he knew things would get stormy
Boy was he right
But I could not keep from wondering
If there was something he had to hide
So after he left I had to find out
I was not afraid of getting lost
So I followed the crowds
To a hill where I knew men had been killed
And I heard a voice come from the cross
And it said, "Father, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for My robe?
This crown of thorns hurts Me more than it shows
Father, please can't You do something?
I know that You must hear My cry
I thought I could handle the cross of this size
Father, remind Me why
Why does everyone want Me to die?
When will I understand why?"
"My precious Son, I hear them screaming
I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming
But soon I will clothe You in robes of My own
Jesus, this hurts Me much more than You know
But this dark hour I must do nothing
Though I've heard Your unbearable cry
The power in Your blood destroys all of the lies
Soon You'll see past their unmerciful eyes
Look there below, see the child
Trembling by her father's side
Now I can tell You why
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