Recently, I attended the funeral of my aunt and, although I was very fond of her, and a sad occasion, it was a wonderful day reminiscing about her friendly, generous nature. She was always ready to have a cup of tea with a visitor or visit with those less able. Stories of her hospitality were in every conversation. The reason I mention these things is that she was a woman who knew who she was. She was a child of God. She knew that God loved her, accepted her, saved …
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