Friday, May 1, 2009

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Rest in Peace Micah. May you fly with the angels. You were my acquaintance and yet my sister. You are now where we long to be, where our final goal is. Why is not a question that anyone can necessarily answer, for His ways our not our ways. But one day we'll meet. We'll talk. We'll worship. And that day is the day that "why" will not matter anymore.