After institute last night as I was headed to my car, a familiar voice called my name. It was Sister Whitley. She used to babysit Karen and me when we were little and she and her family have been some of my favorite people ever since. I have always looked up the the family members I knew. They are kind and loving people.
Anyway, we got to chatting and she asked me a question that got right to the heart of something that was bothering me. Even though I don't see her very often, she always knows what I need to talk about and what I need to hear. So, I told her what was up, and she told me a story from her young married life that really helped. The moral of the story was basically to put my trust in the Lord, which I know, but sometimes it helps to be reminded.
I don't know if I can properly express what the Whitley family means to me. I am so thankful that there are people on this earth like them, especially Sister Whitley.
This post is to make up for missing my gratitude entry 11/13/08
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Oh the Whitley family. I will never forget how wonderful they are. It's amazing what a huge impact they had on our lives, even though we were so little.
I will never forget Aaron, and how good he was to us. I rememeber being over at his house, and finding his homework,and ruining it.
But he didn't get mad. He just took it from me.
He was such a good guy.
I'll never forget how sad I was when I heard that he died. And how I wished I had heard sooner so as to be able to be at his funeral.
The Whitley family is wonderful. I'm so glad that Mom and Dad were their friends.
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