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	<title>Comments on: Changing Seasons</title>
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	<description>Musings &#38; messages on everyday worship, Jesus, and the stuff of life.</description>
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		<title>By: Jerita</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jerita</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Aug 2008 00:50:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Changes are sometimes difficult and sometimes sweet, but they all remind me that I am a sojourner here. When my 90 year old mother died recently, I thought that even if I should live as long as she and her mother did, I will only have 30 years left here.

When my son and daughter-in-law move to the other side of the world with my new granddaughter; when each dear person passes, I say to myself, &quot;this separation is only temporary,&quot; and with each new birth or new friend, I thank God for filling up my life while I am here. Parting is such sweet sorrow because of love.

But all of the tears will go away, and all of the joy and love will be perfected, and we will be with Him forever. That is real change we can long for. And the best of fall, winter, spring, and summer will always be sweet. Even in West Heaven!

Come quickly Lord Jesus!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Changes are sometimes difficult and sometimes sweet, but they all remind me that I am a sojourner here. When my 90 year old mother died recently, I thought that even if I should live as long as she and her mother did, I will only have 30 years left here.</p>
<p>When my son and daughter-in-law move to the other side of the world with my new granddaughter; when each dear person passes, I say to myself, &#8220;this separation is only temporary,&#8221; and with each new birth or new friend, I thank God for filling up my life while I am here. Parting is such sweet sorrow because of love.</p>
<p>But all of the tears will go away, and all of the joy and love will be perfected, and we will be with Him forever. That is real change we can long for. And the best of fall, winter, spring, and summer will always be sweet. Even in West Heaven!</p>
<p>Come quickly Lord Jesus!</p>
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		<title>By: Steven Leggett</title>
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		<dc:creator>Steven Leggett</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Aug 2008 19:22:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You are right, the seasons almost never sneak in softly in Texas. I wish I had Donna&#039;s memories of that kind of beauty. For me, it just starts about this time of year with the thought that I can&#039;t wait until Fall when the mornings are cool and crisp, and every now and then I can wear a sweater or my favorite, my leather jacket. 

But most of the changes in my life have been equally dramatic. Except for my mother and sister, not one of my family members has slipped off gradually when they passed from this life into the next. I suppose that all has prepared me to deal with sudden change, and look to God to do things in His time, not mine.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You are right, the seasons almost never sneak in softly in Texas. I wish I had Donna&#8217;s memories of that kind of beauty. For me, it just starts about this time of year with the thought that I can&#8217;t wait until Fall when the mornings are cool and crisp, and every now and then I can wear a sweater or my favorite, my leather jacket. </p>
<p>But most of the changes in my life have been equally dramatic. Except for my mother and sister, not one of my family members has slipped off gradually when they passed from this life into the next. I suppose that all has prepared me to deal with sudden change, and look to God to do things in His time, not mine.</p>
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