Worries from the grave!

Who taking care of my garden? You know that's my personal eden! And for my sweet little fluff? That pretty dog has had enough! My poor husband i know he tries. I pray his meals aren't french fries. It's said: your grandchildren are bright! Still, hope they being raised right. They better make payments to our loan; i couldn't afford to lose my home. As for my position in church; they were warned: start your search. Now, let me take my final rest. I do, wish you all the best!
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Posted: Feb 2011
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our worries never ends!

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RedHeadedTaurus
sad flower


Sad write.


I don't know that we worry still, when we are dead ... dunno


I should hope not. moping
byfaith
redheadedtaurus i like you hope worries end in death. however there is no guarantee it is so. do have hope.sad flower
byfaith
just tried to reflect her soul. maybe she needs a voice!angel
SUMMIT09
ITS BAD IF WE WORRY WHEN WE IN GLORY.
I HOPE I DONT THATS THE PEACE WE WANT
byfaith
summit09 its is paul who wrote: set your affections above, where jesus christ sits on the right hand of god. therfore those of us who obeyed, would have naturally stop worrying about these things long before death. so if you get to glory, i no you will not worry!
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