Grandma White.
The one that prays in the quiet of the night, when all Heaven is listening.
When Paul said to think on good things, she listened.
When Jesus said to take up your cross and follow Him, she obeyed.
When John said to love your neighbor as yourself, she honored his request.
We almost lost her over Christmas, but thank goodness (for me), she is still here in her earthly home. She and I had a wonderful visit by phone as I explored the Sunset Trail.
We went to 3,046 feet. Not bad at all.
Psalm 121
A Song of Ascents.
1I lift up my eyes tothe hills.
From where does my help come?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
who made heaven and earth.
3He will not let your foot be moved;
he who keeps you will not slumber.
4Behold, he who keeps Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5The LORD is your keeper;
the LORD is your shade on your right hand.
6 The sun shall not strike you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7The LORD will keep you from all evil;
he will keep your life.
8The LORD will keep
your going out and your coming in
from this time forth and forevermore.
