Every single one us granddaughters thought the line to the third verse was, “Hide it under a bush? Oh no!” So she found her proof and graciously steered us right. As she always did.
Nine Million Feet in the Air
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Hugs to you Andrea. My prayers are with you.
Grandmas are the best. I still miss mine. Sometimes they point us to Jesus like no one else can.
Thank you so much, Aunt Karen. I have the comfort of knowing that she’s gone where she always pointed to–and then the comfort of the wonderful family still with me here on earth to remind me of that hope we have in Christ. Thank you <3.