Let me tell you, after watching my daddy sit in meetings for 42 years without a commitment, or even a slight interest, I had almost lost hope.
We heard from the platform about the dry bones, and how when we didnt think there could be any life left, the can LIVE. We heard not to give up on the prodigal's son....and what good it was for me.
Saturday night came around, and I made a joke to my Uncle how I was going to put a tack in my dad's seat.
Was I ever overjoyed when I saw my 70s something year old daddy rise to his feet. After all these years.....and then my joy was increased to see my daughter by marriage (age 13) and my sister (I wont say an age...Lol)
Moral of the story.....There can always be life in those DRY BONES! Pray often and always
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