At a second job, after our move, I walked into a teaching position. On the very front row, there was a student who could have been a twin to my lost friend's daughter. I had held my friend's daughter while who stepfather came to share the news of the fatal accident of her mother. The seventeen year old had so much to walk through...alone...
It was as if our incredible Heavenly Father was ushering me to constantly lift my friend's daughter up in prayer.
Continuing to press the need to have a healthy grief healing...
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