Remember Their Frames

For every trial, every embarrassment, every rebellion, remember their dusty frames.

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Wonderful and gripping article from Rooted, thank you for sharing

Thank you!

No, I am not a parent. God said “No” to me concerning that

precious and high honor of a gift. But, I am a daughter.

A daughter, who found compassion within her

godly grandmother’s embrace.

You see, my life was shattered. My heart and mind shredded.

My body emaciated. And my hope – my hope as I lay writhing on the floor

because my tears consumed me – my hope was in God’s mercy!

And , faithful merciful God met me right where I was and how I was!

All of my life, my righteous grandmother spent hours before

The Living God in earnest passionate prayer. Her labor was not in vain!

Our gracious Lord Jesus Christ touched my grandmother’s mind and heart

to place a telephone call to her rebellious, lonely and yes destitute

granddaughter. The love and compassion I received that night saved my life.

So please, as you speak biblical truth unto your children – please pause and

remember – there but for the grace of God go I.

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