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Wednesday, 30 June 2021

Good news!

 

Good news. How lovely are the feet of the person who brings good news. I had a message from a cousin that an uncle and aunt had visited Mom yesterday. My heart filled with gratitude to them. Then Debra, who manages the hall on which Mom lives, sent a picture of Mom with her younger brother and his wife. Mom was beaming. Debra said what a wonderful day it was for her.

Thinking of Jesus’ words: whatever you do for the least of these, you do for me. I am aware that although I can’t visit Mom, there are others in this area who are lonely. I can visit them.

May God help me to do what I can, where I am.

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