God is Our Strength

by   July 25, 2025 with No Comments

By Ed Traut

1 Thessalonians 3:13  May he strengthen your hearts so that you will be blameless and holy in the presence of our God and Father when our Lord Jesus comes with all his holy ones.

  • No question – life presents so many challenges that can distract us from our walk with the Lord.
  • But – God strengthens us and like no other.
  • God would like for us to be blameless (walking in right standing and with a clear conscience) with Him.

Prayer:  Thank You that You are my strength giver that I can depend upon You because I am weak and I need Your strength Lord that I can overcome every temptation and difficulty in life.  I praise You for Your strength and I lean on Your strength today.  Amen.
 

Ed Traut
Prophetic Life

Charlotte Corriher Makes Running Extreme Fun!

by   July 24, 2025 with No Comments

By David Freeze

Charlotte Corriher Makes Running Extreme Fun!

       Explaining the title of this column is my first challenge! I am not usually surprised about the capabilities of local runners, but I read with interest Mark Wineka’s column about Charlotte Corriher in 2017, I was floored. How could Charlotte be doing this and I didn’t know about it?

    Charlotte started running in 2004, after losing 25 pounds through improved nutrition and exercise.  She worked her way through local 5Ks, 10Ks, and half marathons, but then decided to run her first marathon in 2006 through the Team in Training program.  With more marathons, she met members of the 50 States Marathon Club and set her goal to run a marathon in every state.

     After completing the 50 state marathons, people kept asking her “What’s next?” Charlotte said, “Runners I met while living in Charleston convinced me to run further. I fell in love with the atmosphere of ultras, races longer than 50K (31.07 miles) and more relaxed than road races and regular marathons.  Since I am out there longer, and some races tend to be repeated loops of 3-5 miles, there’s more chance to meet and get to know other runners.”

       Charlotte once did three marathons in three days and another time she did three 100-milers in 16 days. She said, “That’s probably the craziest things I have done. That 100-miler schedule came about because in 2021 I had plans for four 100-milers in less than seven weeks (3/27, 4/9, 4/23, 5/15).  I decided to just run 100K at the 4/23 race, to save my legs for the very difficult Keys 100 on 5/15. The next year, I wanted to do the first three and make sure I got to 100 miles in all of them, but that 3rd race moved to the weekend in between the first two…so my mind was set and ready for the challenge.”

     I asked about Charlotte’s training plan to get all these races done. She replied, “Yes, I actually use the races for training, so I really don’t have a set training schedule. And since I run them year-round, there is no ‘off-season’. I may do fewer races in the summertime so I can enjoy living at the beach. I do take days off, but not a set day, as it may depend on my race schedule. I do try to lower my mileage before a race and take a day or two off after a 100-miler.”

       As of this writing, Charlotte has run 180 marathons (they are all 26.2 miles). She has also run 126 ultras. Of these ultras, 33 of them are 100-milers. Charlotte said, “Since I started running, I have 29,657 total miles with 12,621 being races. I am working on my eighth consecutive “Run the Year” (running the number of miles for the year, so 2025 this year).”

     I have written about a lot of serious runners, but none like Charlotte. She is seldom injured and reports her marathon personal best is 4 hours, 13 minutes and 55 seconds, a very respectable time. Charlotte added, “I love the fact that running, and specifically ultra running, is a very accessible sport. I see all ages, paces, body types, and experiences. There are so many races that are welcoming and inclusive, and those are the races I like to support.”

        Now for the festive part and what sets Charlotte apart from other runners. Of her 306 total marathons and ultra races, 302 of them have been done in extensive and uniquely designed costumes. Her motto is, “If you can’t be fast, be festive!”

       Here is a paragraph that explains festive better than I ever could. Charlotte said, “They may slow me down if it’s a hot day, but I’m always committed to finishing the race in my costume. The salmon in Alaska was a family project, as mom and I designed it, mom made it, and my sister Susan painted it. My Space Shuttle from the Space Coast Marathon 2017 even got the attention and approval of a NASA rocket scientist at the finish line.  Since my favorite movie is The Wizard of Oz, my 50 states finish at the 2018 Land of Oz Marathon in Kansas included six different costumes of the characters. Mom drove along and we met at pre-determined places for my costume changes. My costume during the 2022 A Race for The Ages was a tribute to my mom, as I dressed as the different life phases of the Monarch Butterfly when she raises and releases them every year. My 2023 Strolling Jim 42 miler was a tribute to my dad who had just passed. I was dressed as Floyd Carruthers riding Strolling Jim, the first Tennessee Walking Horse National Champion. My grandfather and father both rode Tennessee Walking Horses, and my family attended the National Championship in Shelbyville, TN. for many decades. In longer distances, I try to make my costumes a little simpler, but sometimes I still go a little crazy.”

      Charlotte has never had a major injury. For post-race treats, Charlotte loves Rice Krispies and French fries. She said, “Typically I like red meat for lunch/dinner after a race so a big fat cheeseburger, or nice juicy steak. I used to allow myself to eat anything I wanted for a week after a marathon, but now I am doing them closer together, so I had to cut that back to just a day or two.”

     Charlotte is set to run the 2026 Winter Flight 8K on February 1st, and she will be the keynote speaker at the SRR meeting and pasta dinner the evening before. Charlotte is a 1986 South Rowan High grad and grew up in Landis.

      Charlotte added, “My sister Susan Corriher lives in Landis, and she helps me with painting some of my costumes. My other sister is Mary, and I have two brothers, Frederick and John. My Dad, Fred Corriher Jr, passed away in 2022, and although he never understood why I wanted to run so many miles, he was still very supportive.  I used to call him every Friday afternoon, typically while I was driving to a race, and we would talk about it. Mom, Kay, usually creates and sews the new costumes back in Landis.”

     More on Charlotte in a later column and at www.salisburyrowanrunners.org

A Not So Sound Mind

by   July 23, 2025 with No Comments

By Lynna Clark

It’s been a week since David’s passing. And it’s starting to feel real. Yesterday, Sunday, our regular routine of breakfast, church online, time on the deck with our coffee, or lately a tall glass of cold water, was not to be. I’ve never been a television person and don’t understand all the remotes. I now know one of them turns on the overhead fan and lights. Plus thanks to my son-in-law Jeff, I somewhat know how to turn on the TV. But to find Elevation Worship on YouTube? It was pretty much a crapshoot.

That’s where I was Sunday morning. Using words like crapshoot and crapstorm and stinkin’ dadblame stupid remotes. TRYIN’ TO WORSHIP HERE PEOPLE! Where’s the YOUTUBE?!! Then there it was… I don’t know why. I certainly wasn’t praying.

But somebody was.

So I listened to the very good message which seemed tailor made for me and found myself worshiping. As I thought on the things that were said, I fixed a bowl of Cheerios with an overripe banana and headed to the deck. That was mine and David’s Sunday morning thing… sitting on the deck and talking about the good things from the message. But it was quiet. Too quiet. And it hit me. David’s not going to join me here… ever again.

By bedtime, the reality of his passing was full blown. A while later, the Lord whispered a verse from 2 Timothy. “For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.” I needed that so much. It dawned on me that as long as I live in fear, I will not have peace. Instead I need the power and love and especially the sound mind that He so gently offers. It seems that as long as I walk in fear, those good things can’t come. As I write this, another verse came to mind.

2 Corinthians 10:5 reminds us to “bring every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ.” I pray that He will do this for me. May the Lord gently keep us who know Him from fear as we bring our thoughts into submission to Him. Sometimes that’s the first and greatest step towards a sound mind.

O Lord, how I need the peace that only You can give.

About ten years ago, on a road trip to see our children in Texas.

Not Coming Back

by   July 21, 2025 with No Comments

By Ann Farabee

Do we hear more powerful words than those spoken by a three year old?

Sure –  but not this time.

Our family lost Nana recently. She was the grandmother of eight.

We really did not lose her though. We know where she is.

She is in heaven – with Jesus.

My two and three year old grandsons that Nana and I share, found their way to Nana’s chair often.They knew where she would be sitting. I am sure conversation flowed easily, as they probably had lots of questions for her and she had lots of answers for them.

I am not sure if they have yet internalized the meaning of the emptiness of Nana’s chair where they often stopped to share their thoughts, but the older one  said this, “Nana went to heaven. She’s not coming back.”

The younger brother was standing beside him, looking up toward the ceiling, with his big brown eyes trying to see her in the heavens. No doubt but what Nana experienced that loving moment from heaven with them.

I had expected the words, “Nana went to heaven,” but the words, “She’s not coming back,” hit me a little hard as I looked into their eyes. They wanted encouragement, so I gave it to them, “We will see her in heaven one day.” They knew that already, but they needed to hear it again.  – and I needed to say it again.

The younger one’s eyes met mine with a bit of a question, but the older one’s eyes were shining, as he said, “I know.”

The nine year old granddaughter, who was with Nana daily, looked to me, knowing God’s Promise of  Heaven. Her beautiful eyes were wider and brighter than ever, filled with tears that she held back for a few seconds until two huge teardrops fell onto her cheeks. Although always beautiful, something about the raw emotion in that moment filled with the largest most intimate tears I had ever seen, will forever be etched in my memory as the most beautiful she had ever been.

The younger grandchildren were a bit young to completely internalize this moment in time – but I believe they did. That is called – the Holy Spirit – speaking to our children’s young hearts.

It happens through the Power of God.

They knew Nana was in heaven. They knew Nana was not coming back. 

They also knew that one day they would be in heaven with her.

They knew they would see her again.

Not only did they know, but they fervently and without a doubt believe it.

What does it take for a little child to know and believe?

Perhaps they know and believe because their family knows and believes.

Jesus not only speaks to our hearts, but He also speaks to the hearts of our children..

As we were in the middle of three hours at the funeral home visiting with others, remembering and talking about Nana, and comforting one another, I stood still and listened for a moment. Standing still brought comfort. Not only was there the natural feeling of grieving the loss of an amazing lady of the Lord, but there was another overpowering emotion. It was love. Love for Nana, of course, but the love reached out even further – to everyone in the room – and  Jesus in our midst.

As Christians, we do not have to grieve as those who have no hope, We can grieve with hope. 

We grieve over losing her, but rejoice that she is with Jesus and that we will be with her again.

The earth is the Lord’s and so are the heavens. That lets me know that it all belongs to the Lord. We belong to Jesus. Whether it is our last step as we leave Earth or our first step into heaven, Jesus is with us. No matter the place, the way, the time – Jesus walks with us. We do not need to fear.

Death is about our life on Earth coming to an end and our life in Heaven beginning.

That is why we call it ETERNAL LIFE.

Rewatch, Reread, Rediscover

by   July 20, 2025 with No Comments

By Ashlie Miller

When it comes to watching movies or reading books, there are generally two types of people: those who rewatch or reread, and (so, I’ve heard) those who don’t. I wonder if the latter group is also the sort who won’t eat leftovers – but I’ll save that for another day. 

As you may have guessed, I am in the first camp. A glance at my Prime account would reveal that I am most willing to rewatch something, particularly shows from before this century. If a show or movie pops up in my “rewatch” section, I will probably choose that rather than any original programming from a streaming platform. 

I like comfort, but more than that, I enjoy revisiting and rediscovering characters and plots. Last week, on a particularly hot afternoon, we rewatched a movie that felt like summer:  Because of Winn-Dixie. 

While I am familiar with the movie – we own a copy –  I was not prepared for the emotions it stirred in me. How many years had passed since I last saw it? Four, five, maybe more. A lot of life has happened. I connect differently with the story. Had I not been watching with my two youngest children, I could easily have released the dam of emotions waiting to flood my eyeballs. But, had I surrendered even a trickle, I doubt I would have quickly recovered. 

Isn’t it funny how something you already know can hit differently later on? I have heard Christian songwriters share that songs they wrote 30 years ago minister to them in fresh ways now. You likely have songs like that too – part of the soundtrack of your life.

There is another familiar friend who continues to meet me where I am, time after time, revealing new things about me and about Himself. It is through the written Word of God. I am blessed to have been brought up in a culture that fostered a love for reading Scripture. My childhood pastor would challenge the congregation to read it personally. I wonder if he knew children like me were listening too. 

Each time I return to a familiar passage, the words in those pages meet me where I am. Some words that regularly minister continue to be like a familiar comfort meal. Other words, I barely noticed before, meet me fresh and anew. 

While I have other pieces of literature that I love to reread every few years, there are no other Inspired words that can offer me the love and compassion of a great Friend, Father, Creator, and Savior.

Yes, I like to rewatch and reread (and I also love good leftovers). In some cases, it is about revisiting and rediscovery, but when it comes to the Bible, it is a relationship that draws me back, time after time. 

I Forgot

by   July 19, 2025 with No Comments

By Doug Creamer

            I looked out the window one morning thinking a squirrel was under the bird feeders. I pulled the curtain back for a closer look and discovered that it was not a squirrel but a raccoon. He was chowing down on the seeds that were on the ground but he had obviously been in the feeders, too. Both feeders were empty and I had recently filled them. I took a few pictures as proof of our morning visitor.

            My wife reminded me that we had raccoon problems many years ago. She described how the raccoons had learned to open a feeder with a pretty tough latch to get to the food. I didn’t remember the intruder from years ago. But the longer I thought about it, I do remember that we took that feeder down to get one that was more secure. It took a little more effort to jog the memory. There are many things that are tucked away up there.

            My parents both have good memories and can remember things from many years ago, but they will also tell you that some of the details are getting a little fuzzy. What they both have told me is that new memories are really difficult to remember. They can forget what they ate for dinner a few nights ago or if they have taken their medicine. It’s tough when their memory slips, but most of the time with a little prompt the memory will return.

            My wife and I have taken to writing notes for ourselves and each other. Honey do lists are helpful so I won’t forget what needs to get done. Keeping appointments and meetings written on calendars helps to keep us both straight. The side of my computer is covered in Post It notes to help me remember important things.

            I started to wonder how easy it might be to lose stories that are a part of our testimony. I believe there are certain encounters and experiences with God that will never fade away, but I wonder if others have slipped away unnoticed. What might seem significant in the moment could escape into the darkness of forgotten events.

            How do we keep from losing something significant in our lives? I think it is important that we share our stories. “I remember when God did this in my life.” “I remember a time when it looked like all was lost and then God came through for me.” God gives us these experiences not just to help us in the moment but to create in us a testimony to His goodness. It’s those testimonies that when shared with others can build faith that God will come through for us. It can also ignite a new faith and bring people into a relationship with God.

            When we are going through a tough time, it is important for us to review how God has come through for us in the past. By reminding ourselves we end up building our own faith. It reminds us that we can trust God in the hard times. It is easy to have faith in God when everything is going well; it is during the hard times that we need reminding.

             Most of us who attend church have taken communion. We eat the bread and drink the wine. Jesus told us to do it in remembrance of Him. We need to remind ourselves of the high price Jesus paid for us. He gave His life so we can have a relationship with God, our good, good Father. Jesus’ blood removes the stain of sin in our lives. God promises to forget ALL our sins. His body was whipped so our bodies can be made new. He paid for our healing. We must never forget what it cost Jesus and the Father for our salvation, forgiveness, healing, and deliverance.

            It is easy to forget things, especially as we grow older. I want to encourage you to remember all the ways God has blessed you. Think about the many times you felt Him close when you desperately needed Him. Remember the way the scriptures have come alive at critical moments and guided you through circumstances. Remember the price Jesus paid for YOU! God the Father and Jesus love you far more than you will ever believe. They want a relationship with you. It’s ALL up to you. You have to open your heart to them. It’s not too late! Today is the day of salvation. You will never forget the day you let them into your heart.

Contact Doug Creamer at PO Box 777, Faith, NC 28041or doug@dougcreamer.com

My Riding Buddy

by   July 18, 2025 with No Comments

By Roger Barbee

If you travel our lake front street early on some mornings, you may see two old men between a small building and the street. One is riding a stationary handcycle while the other sits in his chair and participates, not in the riding, but in the conversation—which covers a variety of topics.

 Ken is the riding buddy. I am the hand cycler. I knew him before I met him. I liked him then, more now.

Ken and his wife Cheryl were moving here from Rhode Island, and I first met her when she was here to check on the renovations of their new home which is across the street from ours.   I saw her checking for mail on such a visit, and I introduced myself, and as we chatted she told me that her husband was a cancer survivor and organ recipient.

After our encounter, I kept thinking of the man I had never met. I kept thinking of the man who, like my friend Mike, was a transplant survivor. I kept thinking of a man and his wife who were moving to live near a daughter. I kept thinking of cancer and its horrors. I kept think of an organ transplant. I respected and admired him before I met him because of all that he had done, none of it witnessed by me.

The moving van arrived on a day of rain. The renovated house was becoming a home for the woman I had chatted with and the man I had never met. But one day while driving home I passed a man I thought was he. After parking my car in our driveway, I went to the street to talk with the walker. It was Ken. He stood on the side of our street, and we talked about everything but nothing. It all mattered but was mostly of little significance. Yet what is important is that the man I had admired from a distance was now present.

Some mornings he walks across our street and sits in his chair as I ride. We talk and in that loose, relaxed chatter and banter we relate. We have learned each other, and I wonder sometimes if we would have ever met in our previous lives. But I doubt that because we led different lives then, but not now. Now he and I are here, two retired men sharing life lived well.

I knew Ken before I met him, and when he walks across the street to sit with me, we share more and more of this life as it is reflected from our past lives with its scars.

The mystic William Blake wrote, “ The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.” Like the bird and spider of Blake, I have been gifted by the man I knew and admired before I met him. He’s my riding buddy.

The Unique Journey Debra Cress Chose to Better Fitness

by   July 17, 2025 with No Comments

By David Freeze

The Unique Journey Debra Cress Chose to Better Fitness

    Debra Cress is a long-time volunteer at races and other events in the area. After volunteering with the Girls on the Run program at Enochville Elementary School where her oldest granddaughter was a participant, Debra found a calling. Her daughter, Tonya Kepley, was a teacher and coach for the program and Debra began to volunteer weekly, assisting the teachers and coaches and eventually served as a mentor to many young girls over the years.

     The rest of the family includes son in law Billie Kepley, another daughter Angie Fink and grandson Korben Fink along with three granddaughters, Kyrsten Kepley, Kadence Kepley and Kassie Fink. They all began to do 5K’s together. Debra said, “Along each trail, we talked and encouraged one another to keep pushing and not to give up. The faster ones of us would finish and come back to run with the ones who were a little slower. My son-in-law, Billie Kepley, continues to be an avid runner.”

    On June 25, 2024, Debra’s mom passed away after a vehicle accident. Debra said, “I decided on July 1st to start running/walking at least 10,000 steps a day as a tribute to her life. I have gone as far as 27,000 steps on multiple occasions. Through this journey, I have retired four pairs of Brooks running shoes, the steps and miles have been monumental and each day has been memorable.”

    Now 71 years old, Debra said, “At my age, I felt it was important to keep moving. That’s when I decided to challenge myself to do it for a month, which turned into two months and now a year later I am still going strong. I have had a few unusual days. One night I realized at 11:00 pm that I wasn’t at my goal. My friend Earl took me to the IGA parking lot, and I completed my steps before midnight. Another time during bad weather, he took me to seven or eight different stores so that I could make sure to get my steps in for the day.

    Debra took one of the best and most unique approaches to improving her health that I have ever heard of. She decided to regravel her driveway and had multiple truckloads of new gravel delivered. Each morning following breakfast, Debra used a gallon can, hand scooped the gravel into it and then dumped it on her driveway. Many neighbors offered to use their tractors to quickly get the job done.

    Debra wouldn’t take the help and said, “This had become my new exercise plan and after three months of perseverance, the task was complete. What a feeling of accomplishment it was!”

     She continued, “As a tomboy, I have enjoyed the outdoors all my life. I plan to continue my adventure and see where it leads me. This has been the best spring I can remember with my asthma. Due to walking and being active, I have been able to avoid and prolong various medications and have dropped my weight. It is my goal to live my best life and be as active as possible for as long as I am able! Regardless of the weather, I never give up and continue to push through each day.”

      Debra weighed 177.6 pounds last June 30th and, on this June 28th, she weighed 161.4. Debra’s food choices have improved, and she also is a proponent of intermediate fasting. Over her lifetime, Debra has also given a total of 97 pints of blood. Her 10,000 steps a day regularly average about five miles, so a good estimate of mileage for the year is just over 1800 miles. Well done! She added, “I almost wore out Cress Road!”

     The next race locally is the Run for the Greenway 5K and Fun Run on July 19th. And past that, the SRR August Prediction 5K at City Park is set for August 23rd. Look for more information on both these events and others at www.salisburyrowanrunners.org

Gotta’ Run: The unique journey Debra Cress chose to better fitness

David Wesley Clark

by   July 16, 2025 with No Comments

By Lynna Clark

Editor’s Note: Lynna Clark’s husband David passed away on June 29th. Pray for her and her family as they miss him. We know that he is at home with the Lord, but we are left here with a hole in our hearts.

My beloved husband David is finally home. Like a wounded soldier after a long hard fight, his battle with pain is over. Born on July 11, 1955 to Jim and Nina Clark, he left this earth on June 29, 2025. One might say, “If he had only lived 12 more days he would have been seventy!” But actually the Lord answered our fervent prayers that David would be relieved of his suffering before that. It was a sweet picture of grace. As you know, cancer is a terrible foe. And though David and all his doctors fought well, it was not the Lord’s plan to extend this good man’s life on earth. Instead He provided the ultimate healing in His perfect timing. So today as we reflect on his passing, we give thanks and praise to our merciful Lord for taking him home. “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.” -Psalm 116:15. What a beautiful time it was as we surrounded his bed at home and sang Precious Lord. Knowing that my beloved had trusted Christ as a teen, then took me to a place where I trusted Jesus too, confident assurance of heaven came easy.

David was born in Rowan County to James Morrison Clark and Nina Peele Clark. He grew up on Rowan Mills Road and nearly 70 years later passed away in his home across the street from where he grew up. Married to Lynna Pittman Clark for 51 years, they experienced a lot of really good life. Together they became proud parents of three beautiful Godly daughters. David leaves a legacy through them: Stephanie Clark Shouse [Jeff] of Ramsey, Illinois; Amanda Clark Huneycutt [Shane] of Concord, NC; and Hannah Clark Basinger [Brandon] of Salisbury, NC. Grandchildren include Mykaela Shouse, Kianna Shouse, Able Huneycutt, Jesse Basinger, and Marie Basinger, all of whom he loved dearly.

David graduated from South Rowan High School with his sweetheart [me] in 1973, then attended Florida Bible College. After working in the Food Lion warehouse for ten years, he completed his college degree. From there he began teaching at Sheets Memorial Christian School in Lexington, NC. The crazy man loved his Middle School students so much that each summer he would comment on how much he missed them. He also coached Women’s Softball winning two state championships, plus Women’s Basketball. David also taught Culinary Arts to a select few High Schoolers. He commented often on the insanity of trusting them with hot oil and sharp knives. But he truly loved his job/ministry. While he taught at SMCS for twenty years, he also wrote an entire Bible curriculum, taking his 6th – 8th graders completely through the Scriptures in three years. After his teaching career, David became a Care Pastor for High Rock Church and Life Group Bible Study leader in our home. Some of our best friendships were formed through those final years. After retiring he worked part time for our son-in-law Brandon as a dispatcher for Spencer Plumbing. As much as David hated talking on the phone, he learned to enjoy doing that job as well. He had a wonderful dry sense of humor which got us through numerous hard situations. When things were especially difficult he’d take a long ride on his motorcycle and call it therapy. Mostly he was praying with his knees in the breeze.

In addition to his wife, children, and grands, David is survived by his two sisters who loved him dearly: Jo Eagle and Gail Lambert [Jeff]. He was also loved by my two sisters Janice Mull [Milton] and Tamra Lesley [John] and father-in-law, Seabert Pittman. So many nieces and nephews loved and respected David. Several asked him to perform their weddings. Special thanks to all of you who have reached out to take care of us during our time of need. Our neighbor Vickie who held me while the ambulance took David to the hospital after an especially difficult night; Neighbor Terry who mows our grass just because he’s kind; Chris and Leslie who let us borrow their car when ours bit the dust; Dennis and Barry who took David to chemo; Ann and Randy who loved us through it all. Your compassion is what the Lord loves best of all.

A casual reception will be held at Grace Bible Church fellowship hall on Wednesday, July 2 from 6-8pm. Feel free to drop by, but due to my limited strength, we ask for brief visits with whichever family members you know personally. Instead of flowers, feel free to express your well wishes in a card c/o PO Box 602, Spencer, NC 28159 , or make a donation in David’s honor to Grace Bible Church, 6725 Hwy. 152 E, Rockwell, NC 28138.

David truly was a beautiful man of God. I will miss him with all my heart. He truly loved me well. To God be the glory!

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