tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16842511.post4101765911469867533..comments2023-11-02T08:28:02.403-04:00Comments on Ruthlace: My Song of PraiseRuthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05675143999878806444noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16842511.post-18578445043045975762008-06-02T05:51:00.000-04:002008-06-02T05:51:00.000-04:00I remember something along this line from Ellijay....I remember something along this line from Ellijay. I was young enough that it made a huge impression on me.<BR/><BR/>And I have a vivid memory of our stopping at that wreck on the way home from Kentucky. A big truck had blown a red light -or was it a four-way stop? - and hit a small sports car with two college students in it. And Daddy walked up to the wreck and prayed with the girls who were dying. I would have been a teenager, or a preteen, then.<BR/><BR/>Sometime I'd like to hear what you remember about that.<BR/><BR/>You and Daddy were always willing to put your faith into actions.<BR/>DebiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16842511.post-76701896994948603332008-06-01T05:27:00.000-04:002008-06-01T05:27:00.000-04:00What a Daddy-like story. And Mother-like, too. F...What a Daddy-like story. And Mother-like, too. Faith in action.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com