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Galatians 2:20 NIV

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me.  The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.

When you see me sitting quietly, like a sack upon a shelf,

Don't think I need your chattering. I'm listening to myself. Hold! Stop! Don't pity me! Hold! Stop your sympathy! Understand if you got it, otherwise I'll do without it! When my bones are stiff and aching and feet won't climb the stair, I will only ask one favor: Don't bring me no rocking chair. When you see me walking, stumbling, don't study and get it wrong. 'Cause tired don't mean lazy and every goodbye ain't gone. I'm the same person I was back then, a little less hair, a little less chin, A lot less lungs and much less wind. But ain't I lucky I can still breath in.

Maya Angelou  

Psalm 71:9

{ Do not cast me away when I am old; Do not forsake me when my strength is gone}

Mother Amy Bell (1924-2022)
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