Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Today's the eleventh anniversary of Mom's death. I miss her so much. Sometimes, I dont think I would ever be whole again, without her around... Listen, I tell you a mystery: We shall not all sleep, but we will be changed- in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the death will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true : " Death has been swallowed up in victory" "Where, O death, is your victory ? Where, O death, is your sting ?