None of us could share about her without commenting on her strength and spunk. The night before she passed, my dad was to carry her up to her bedroom. She insisted on walking halfway up before letting Dad scoop her up and take her the rest of the way. What a determined little Italian lady she was.
She was also a woman who depended on the Lord and trusted His will over her own. Story after story I heard of how her faith and strength of character ministered to the people who found their lives crossing paths with hers.
We're not ready to be fine yet. But we will be.
Death has been swallowed up in victory.
"Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?"
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.
(I Corinthians 15: 54-58)
"Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?"
The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Therefore, my dear brothers, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.
(I Corinthians 15: 54-58)
