Please pray for my niece, Lisa, who died in her sleep Thursday. We don’t know how or why yet. She was 31, and her parents and sibling are devasted. I thought I’d have more time to enjoy being Favorite Uncle. I wish I’d had more time.
Prayers up for all of you, my friend.
Prayers needed for Tanniker Smith's niece, Lisa, and her family
Oh, Tann. So sorry to read this devastating news. Prayers for her heartbroken family, including you, and condolences to all of you, also, for your great loss
My thoughts are with you.
So very sorry for your loss Tann...a heartbreak to be sure. The Lord above must have had more need for her. An angel to watch over you all now.
God rest & keep Lisa & prayers for comfort & understanding for you & all who knew & loved her. *Hugs*
Abide with me; fast falls the eventide;
The darkness deepens; Lord with me abide.
When other helpers fail and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O Thou who changest not, abide with me.
Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word,
But as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free.
Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.
Come not in terrors, as the King of kings,
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings;
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea.
Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.
Thou on my head in early youth didst smile,
And though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee.
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.
I need Thy presence every passing hour.
What but Thy grace can foil the tempter's power?
Who, like Thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold Thou Thy cross before my closing eyes;
Shine through the gloom and point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee;
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.
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I’m so sorry. That must be a difficult pain to wrap your mind around. You’ll be in my prayers, with your niece Lisa, and all her loved ones.
My goodness son.
The Lord shall rest his hand. You will be that Favorite Uncle.
GOD, please help this family with your knowledge. They have faith in you. Amen
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