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I know if my Joyselyn could speak, she would be giving me a warning about all my time being spent grieving her. My

continuing love for her in my writings would most likely be of concern to her as well. She would tell me to let her go

and give my grieving heart over to the Father. To love Him more than I have ever loved her. She would insist that I do
this in remembrance of our love shared. I find it so hard to do. While she lived, it was always her goal to prayerfully

and propitiously guide me to that place. I never remember a time that I did not trust her words on this matter, or any
other spirit-filled concerns she may have had. My heart knows this to be true, but I just have not had my fill of Joyselyn

yet. Crazy as it sounds, I sometimes do not know where I begin or my Joyselyn ends. I cried out to Adonai when my
Joyselyn was taken. I begged for her not to go. I now realize that so much of that request was granted by the love she

left behind. The warehouse overflows with her passion left in my heart.

Aug. 3, 2020

Oh, how I wish I had done things so differently. So much more I could have, so much more of my time, more time
just sitting with her, listening to her words. Praying and studying Yahuwah’s word together. I went through the

motions many times, but I let her be my spiritual crutch. Oh, how unmanly of me. What a woman she was, stronger
than anyone I have ever known. How stupid of me not to have walked and grown spiritually with her. So many of

life’s lessons missed, and only have I to blame.

Aug. 7, 2020

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