Every morning she’d wake up before everyone and drink her coffee in the massage chair while listening to Joyce meyer and read her Bible. Her love for the word never faded. In fact on her death bed it was what she asked me to do for her. Read the Bible to her. Psalms 91 was one I’d read a lot. She treasured the word. She understood its power, and its comfort. What a woman she was. On her death bed asking for the word of God. You’re missed mama. Eight years seems like maybe three. But it’s been eight. I can’t wait to see you again and hug you. Until then I’m reading the word with my coffee in hand each morning just like you, and the best part is Isaac and I do devotionals together these days. Thank you for showing me what’s worth it in life. http://liketk.it/38Ib1 liketkit @liketoknow.it