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In the arms of Jesus~







There are no words to describe or express the sorrow from the events that took place in Newtown Conn.  As a mom, I too grieve with all the parents who have lost their child. As a woman, I grieve with the loss of the amazing adults who stood to protect their "children" in the midst of such a horrific tragedy.

I believe with all my heart, Jesus met each and every one with open arms........
As we continue to mourn as a nation, and continue to ask "why" such a thing could happen.....
I ask that we all continue to lift these families up in prayer, to stand in the gap for the whole town, to be the prayer warriors God has called us all to be.

May God bless each and everyone who are suffering.....
May He surround them with a peace that surpasses all understanding......
May He carry them, when they have no more strength to walk.....
And most of all......
May He allow them to feel His love like no other love before.

Much love in His name~
Stacey

Psalm 147:3

He heals the brokenhearted
    and binds up their wounds.

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  1. This has struck each and every person to their very core. May we never forget. Thanks for sharing my friend! ;-)

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