Gloria listened to a girl telling her about Jesus in the nursing home. The girl reminded her of her daughter when her daughter was much, much younger and acted more like an angel than Gloria liked to remember her daughter acting today.
The girl told the staff that she was sent there to visit only those nearest the ends of their lives and so a nursing assistant escorted her to Gloria who could no longer speak, but acknowledged others by moving her fingers. Although Gloria repeatedly rejected her own daughter, the girl’s words moved Gloria to lift her hand which the girl held in hers.
The next morning Gloria died and her daughter stopped by to pick up her belongings. Upon hearing of her mother’s last visitor, the dam safeguarding decades of tears collapsed.
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Denise offers the prompt word “lift” to be used in this week’s Six Sentence Stories.

Glood morning Frank and thanks for the nice words and pretty photo to start my day.
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Thank you, Dan! Blessings to you!
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Now that is very powerful. It is never too late to come to Jesus. Blessings.
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It is never too late. Blessings, Michael!
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Heartwarming story, Frank. We should never stop praying for the lost.
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Good point about not giving up praying for the lost. Blessings to you, Dora!
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My question lately…Are we late or is God right on time?. Of course, God is never late. Muse on that. Powerful story.
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God is always on time. We are the ones who mess things up. Blessings, Mary!
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Tears of loss, regret or a combination of the two? Regardless, tears hold within them the power to heal.
Good Six, Frank.
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Thank you, Denise!
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What a touching story!
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Thank you, Tessa!
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I’m with the others, very touching and quite heart-warming.
Good Sixifying, yo
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Thank you, Clark!
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Very powerful… and so beautiful in the end. Nicely done, Frank.
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Thank you, Chris!
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Sometimes it has to be someone besides a relative. I know one day I was praying about my younger son, asking the Lord what I should do, and He said, “Nothing. Do nothing but pray. He will not hear you, so not another word to him about Me, not even in passing. I have him, you keep praying and keep quiet.”
I have stayed quiet, and I heard through the grapevine he and his wife are attending a church when he doesn’t work on Sundays. I will stay quiet until told otherwise, and pray, and The Lord will send the right person with the right words when the time is right, and it won’t be me and that’s fine.
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That’s a wonderful testimony, Mimi. I am glad to hear that the Lord said, “I have him, you keep praying and keep quiet.” And I am glad to hear that he and his wife are attending church. It is good to do only what the Lord says.
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Time me for seeing this. Going to officiate for funeral.
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May your presence at the funeral be a blessing to those who attend.
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Thanks
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Written with such a clear sense of being there in that room. A very touching Six.
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Thank you, Misky! Blessings to you!
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An outpouring of emotions. A touching tale indeed, Frank.
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Thank you and blessings to you, Keith!
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It’s always too late to never say I love you. Think of all that Gloria missed in knowing her child through adulthood! 🥺
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She did miss a lot. Thank you, Liz!
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