We buried my grandmother today.
My heart is a little heavy as I look to the scriptures this week. And then I find Psalm 30:
Sing praises to the LORD, O you his saints,
and give thanks to his holy name.
For his anger is but for a moment,
and his favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may tarry for the night,
but joy comes with the morning.
God be praised.
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