Go hug your boy my sister....

 "...the LORD gave, and the LORD hath taken away;

blessed be the name of the LORD."

~Job 1:21

These words have  meant way too much

to way too many people

that I love lately.

Nonetheless, blessed be the name of the Lord.

I can't put my finger on the word that is 

floating around in my heart about her.

She was warm.  Loving.

When I first met her, it was extremely awkward

for me because of some family history that

I won't make public here.

I wasn't sure how I was supposed to act around her,

or if she would, for some reason, hate me.

But she took me in.

She acted from the first moment as if we hadn't

just met, but that we'd been family...and friends...forever.

She was genuine, and she made me feel accepted.

Rita agreed with me yesterday saying,

"Yes, as soon as you walked into her home,

you were one of hers."

Angie passed away peacefully this afternoon.

She is home with the Lord,

and with her son.

After it seemed that God was just waiting
to pick His time,
my prayers turned to ones of surrender.
If it was His will to take her,
please take her softly.
And He did.

Please pray for her girls,

and for the Torres family.

They've been through a lot lately.

lurve you, xoxo v.