As I read my devotional this morning, John Sherrill wrote about his trip on the Nile River---same trip Truman and I took. The story is told about this point in the river where it is narrow and dangerous. The myth tells how Lorelei lured sailors to the shore where the were wrecked and killed. He ends it with this statement that hit me. "As I approach my own LORELEI, Father, show me the navigation aids You will provide" On a bitter sweet note Amy and I went to Riverwood and picked a bucket full of spider lilies. Truman planted them everywhere. Beautiful. Betty Boop
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