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Micah

I thought you might enjoy a few pictures of Micah. Tomorrow we will celebrate 9 years since he went to be with the Lord.

Handsome as always.
Handsome as always.
He loved to praise the Lord with is mandolin and guitar.
He loved to praise the Lord with is mandolin and guitar.
Me being a photo bomber in a picture of Micah and Jesse.
Me being a photo bomber in a picture of Micah and Jesse.
Here Jesse and Micah are worshiping God with their Guitars.
Here Jesse and Micah are worshiping God with their Guitars.
Micah and one of his doctors.
Micah and one of his doctors.
Micah  holding Lydia the day she was born, which is also Micah's Birthday.
Micah holding Lydia the day she was born, which is also Micah’s Birthday.
Micah loved to play with Lydia.
Micah loved to play with Lydia.
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Micah with Lydia
Micah with Lydia

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Nine years ago today, I said goodbye to Micah for the last time on this earth. I would have never guessed after he seemed to be doing better on that Friday. He ate more than usual and went to another section of the hospital to hear a band, but the next day we received a call that Micah had gone to be with the Lord. Yes! Gone to be with the Lord! Though I said goodbye to him for now, I will see him again in heaven, and that gives me great joy and hope. However, even though I long to see Micah again, when I get to heaven, the most wonderful One I will see, is Jesus.

As Paul said in 1 Corinthians 13:12, “For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face.” This should make Christians rejoice greatly; yes, we will see other Christians again, but more than that, we will see our Savior.  As you celebrate Christmas this year, please remember Jesus.

Elisabeth

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Stephen Robert Claire

I started this poem one day when I was tired of doing science. Ever so often I would add another line or stanza till I finished it .

Stephen Robert Claire

Dirty, messed-up trouser pair;

His name was Stephen Robert Claire.

With dark brown, wavy hair,

He had an old chestnut mustang mare.

Stephen Robert Claire did ride

On the back, near mustang’s hide.

Stern-faced, English-capped, always tried,

And told the truth till the day he died.

He was the fastest rider nearby,

He rode in the lowlands and the high.

Stephen Robert Claire rode without a lie;

Well-dressed but never wore a tie.

Across the fields, he brought the cattle;

He never lost in the cow-horse battle:

Watch chain did jingle, and spurs did rattle.

This was Stephen Robert Claire in his Saddle.

~Elisabeth~