I have a box of ornaments from my childhood that has followed me through this life. I’ve been without it the last few years and was getting used to the idea that I might never again have the experience of walking through the often happy, sometimes bittersweet memories they represent. But a few months ago, they found their way back to me once again. I’m very grateful for my little box of old friends…especially the ones that remind me of my sister, Lori, who left us this past July. Anyone else get the irony of this Christmas ornament made at Vacation Bible School?
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