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<\/a>So whenever she leaves, I send her with goodies from home. \u00a0Sometimes it’s leftovers from her favorite meals we had during her visit. \u00a0Sometimes it’s homemade spaghetti sauce. \u00a0Sometimes it’s something just for fun that she wouldn’t get for herself. \u00a0No matter what it is, it’s a reminder of home. A reminder that I love her, I’m thinking of her, and I’m available if she needs me.<\/p>\nI need those loving\u00a0reminders, too,\u00a0because life is hard! \u00a0Things don’t always go the way I planned. \u00a0And despite my telling death to go away, it still comes for those I love.\u00a0\u00a0 I need reminders that I am loved and cherished. \u00a0Reminders that I am thought of regularly. \u00a0Reminders that I’m not on\u00a0my own.<\/p>\n
Jesus is my reminder.<\/p>\n
He reminds me that God loves me even when I’m not feeling lovable; for God so loved the world that He sent His only Son. \u00a0He reminds me that God thinks of me; He makes plans for my life for my good and His glory. \u00a0He reminds me that I’m not alone; God is with me always. \u00a0He even reminds me that this is not my home, but that He has prepared a place for me where He will wipe my tears, there will be no more death and mourning, and I will be with Him for eternity.<\/p>\n
Reminders of home, we all need them.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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<\/a>So whenever she leaves, I send her with goodies from home. \u00a0Sometimes it’s leftovers from her favorite meals we had during her visit. \u00a0Sometimes it’s homemade spaghetti sauce. \u00a0Sometimes it’s something just for fun that she wouldn’t get for herself. \u00a0No matter what it is, it’s a reminder of home. A reminder that I love her, I’m thinking of her, and I’m available if she needs me.<\/p>\n