This evening I’ve just finished listening to a cassette tape of my own mother singing sacred selections on the Providence Bible Institute radio in Rhode Island from 70 years ago. A crystal-clear, sweet soprano voice that reminds me of the way she used to sing around the house when we kids were growing up. At 91 years old presently, she is rapidly descending with Alzheimer’s under my father’s care. One day she will delight to sing along with the angels.
A gracious woman who truly has retained honor. I have been blessed.