Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live, and is full of misery. He cometh up, and is cut down, like a flower; he fleeth as it were a shadow, and never continueth in one stay.
In the midst of life we are in death: of whom may we seek for succour, but of thee, O Lord, who for our sins are justly displeased?
Last night I took the picture at left of Abigail Morgan and her mother, Julie. This afternoon, at home and in her parents' arms, Abigail succumbed to leukemia and went to be with the Lord.
We praise God for the faithful witness of the Morgans. And we deeply appreciate those of our readers who remembered Abigail and her parents in prayer.
Life is fleeting, eternity imminent. May we live as aliens and strangers on earth to the glory of our heavenly Father.