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Nan's Calendar
by Nan Forehand, Statesville, NC
Subject: Nan's Calendar Feb. 16th - Nan's Legacy of Love
Today's message of love is dedicated to my children and my unborn grandchildren. No, Ashley isn't pregnant, but I do believe with all my heart that God will bless Ashley and Kris, and someday, John with children. If I should die before I get the privilege of meeting my grandchildren, I want them to know me by my words. I have to write to them down so they will have this part of me and to know me long after I am gone. Memories fade and stories will be forgotten, but my writings live forever as long as they are read. My poetry and Nan's Calendar are a legacy of love I leave my family, my children, grandchildren and you. I am an encourager and I love you.
Happiness is a how, not a what; a talent, not an object. Hermann Hesse
Carried On Breath
He looks beyond my rough exterior to see the gem
God lives in me and I in Him
He is ever present by my side
Christ goes before me to be my guide
He is beneath me; I walk on solid ground
Jesus’ name carried on breath – a heavenly sound
As I lift my eyes to the sky, He is there
To doubt my Lord, I do not dare
written by: Nan Forehand
October 18, 2007
Psalm 143:10
Teach me to do your will, for you are my God; may your good Spirit lead me on level ground.
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