Bubba and I were living in Washington, DC,
on the 11th floor of a high rise apartment building overlooking the beautiful city.
This was a brief, but extremely exciting season of our life.
I was leaving to drive down I-95 to Savannah
where both of our mothers lay dying in a care facility.
I was overwrought with despair.
He sent me off with this note.
I found it yesterday.
Why would I even entertain a single thought
that He is not praying this same prayer for me even now in heaven?
And that He wanted me to read Psalm 143 this morning.
I love you Bubba!
❤️
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