It was a picture perfect day with blue skies and breezes to keep the black flies at bay. The service was held at the graveside, where many people, young and old shared how Jo touched each life. I don't think she ever met a person she didn't pray for.
At one point in the service, I felt like prayer mantles were silently falling upon us.
I heard someone say recently,"Celebrate each life you come in contact with."
I don't think we realize how precious the most ordinary person is. I know I don't.
Open my eyes, Lord.
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