A day at a time.

The first time my grayish-black Merrell's stepped onto the shiny, tan tiled floor, it was like I was in a bad dream; a nightmare.
 I turned a corner with a rush and a squeak of my heel, and entered room 216.
As I entered, I studied the room with my eyes. Hard wood floor, a corner table, two wooden closets, a window, a view of our little city. My heart sank as I laid my eyes to see the bed; this is why I was here. I was here for my dying grandpa. I was here to comfort my mother, aunt, uncle and grandma. I prayed a quick prayer to God to give me strength to bear the pain; and immediately there was a sweet peace in my heart.
I've known my grandpa for all my life; he has been an example to me and has done so much for me.
I thank and praise Him that He has let me know my grandpa for all this time.
This experience has made me to hate Satan and his pleasures even more; it has put us all on the fast track to overcoming our weaknesses.
This is only a test; a trial. We must succeed through to the end, in the end of the dark tunnel there is bright light, hope, and a crown of gold, to them that honor Him.
We're taking a day at a time...
I thank all my friends for your prayers; I'm so thankful for each one of you.

"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, neither shall there be anymore pain: nor crying, for the former things are passed away." Rev 21:4

Some of the church members visiting.