THERE IS JUST SOMETHING ABOUT THAT NAME

My husband’s mother went to be with the Lord yesterday.  Isn’t that an amazing thing?

We were all able to be with her in the nursing home as she passed from this world to the next; her breathing was so labored, and still she lingered.  Then we sang that good old chorus:

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus–there’s just something about that name.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus–like the fragrance after the rain.
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, let all heaven and earth proclaim….
Kings and kingdoms will all pass away, but there’s something about that name.

And the instant we finished, she stopped breathing and went straight into His arms!  We all cried with grief, but also with excitement, and yes, with a little bit of envy, too.

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