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Holding Hands
loneliness that he must have been feeling. I was taken aback when he looked up at me with a thoughtful smile returning to his face.
“Even though I miss her awfully bad,” he continued, “I find comfort in knowing that she is with the LORD, and that the LORD is holding me by the hand now. And soon... and soon, He’ll take me into glory too, just like Adele.”
As hard as I tried, I couldn’t help keeping tears from filling my eyes. I felt both the sorrow of death and the joy of life with the LORD meeting to- gether in the life of this dear old friend standing before me.
It was at that very moment that my mind flashed back sixty years earlier, when I sat in that wicker chair on our front porch memorizing that very passage...
“You hold me by my right hand. You guide me with Your counsel, and afterward You will take me into glory.”
I don’t know how many more morning walks Winston had to take alone, for I never saw him again. But I do know that, however many more days that he lived, that his Adele was close to his heart and that the LORD was holding him by the hand.
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