I am struck by how much it hurts to have beloved friends all over the country. Even though we know it's good, it's right, it's planned, we turn and hide our face as we watch dear ones leave our sight. And our hearts ache over the uncertainty of when we'll meet again. For now, we hold tight to the found memories. Memories of divinely blessed moments and years. And we press on, learning to know the One who appointed every appointment, every breath, and every moment that has brought us to this day.
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