Standing, standing,
Standing on the promises of God my Savior;
Standing, standing,
I’m standing on the promises of God.
We sang that song tonight at church and I teared up. That is exactly what has gotten me through the last 10 months... God's promise that I will see my brother again. Oh , how I miss him.
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I'm sorry, Becky. I hope you find peace.
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