Back to my parents moving to Africa. It seems everything I hear or read relates to my parents leaving. I'm thrilled that my parents are doing what they are doing but I can't seem to stop my eyes from embracing tears whenever I hear something that relates. At church yesterday I had to stop singing a hymn for fear of an all-out cry sesh in the middle of worship. The culprit? A Mighty Fortress Is Our God. The words? See below.
Let goods and kindred go,
this mortal life also;
the body they may kill;
God's truth abideth still;
his kingdom is forever.
Amen and amen.