Tag: Arms

Brand New Arms

I was at a planning meeting for the memorial service of a friend.  I was emotionally exhausted, trying to stick to business so as to avoid crying yet again and at the same time, wanting to give my all to make the memorial a lovely event.  The minister is talking about the service and gives us the short, short version of his message of hope.

Hope.

That is what I need right now.

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