So Sunday morning, Johnny G and I are in the hall a few minuted before Sunday School. Up comes Diane Sears, about as sweet a saint as there is. She has had and has a tough life. But she is full of the joy of the Lord. She came up and put her arms around me and started singing, "Good morning to you, good morning to you..."
It was a boost. I mean, I was already having a good day, but what a blessing.
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