August tried to get me again, but then God sent this to me on the radio:
Some things end, but then other things begin. My little NOLA church wrote this a couple years ago, and it stuck with me: We will remember the storm (or the aunt, or the friend, or the city, or the experience) and give sacred honor, but in worship we inherit all things anew for this day.
So thankful for all new and beautiful things inherited today.
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