Remembering (Jeanne)

This is probably more about me than about my mom . . . but I gave her my Cursillo Bible with some marked passages. I wanted to share the love of Jesus with her. (She rocked my world when she said she wanted us to sing "Open the Eyes of My Heart, Lord" at her funeral . . . which we did.)

After she died, I brought this Bible to Strawberry Lake. I wanted a *print* Bible there, but my regular one is pretty heavy for packing and bringing back and forth. All the post-it notes stuck in it were in my way, but I wanted to "save" what I had marked for my mom, so I wrote them down.

Psalm 13:5-6
Psalm 23
Isaiah 12:2
Isaiah 53
Matthew 10:26-33 (esp 28, 30b)
Luke 23:39-43
Romans 6:1-14 (or is this from some other time?)
Romans 6:19-23 (different post-it and writing)
Romans 8:1-11 (v5)
Romans 10:9-13
Philippians 1:12-13
Philippians 4:4-9
1 Thessalonians 4:9-10
1 Timothy 2:1-6
Hebrews 10:19-25

Now I'll need to go back and re-read these passages. Blessings!

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