I can still hear her soft voice ringing in my spirit as she taught me how to make biscuits in her tiny kitchen, “Use just enough grease, bout the size of an egg.” The love and passion that constantly poured from her heart like water streaming from an ever flowing river was the glue that bonded the family together. It’s so lonesome here now that she has gone to her home in Glory.
Glory is the place of majestic beauty and splendor that emanates from God’s character. It is not a material beauty, but the beauty of God’s spirit. She is missed here on earth, but she has gone to a place where everlasting peace and joy surpasses the troublesome life here on earth as we know