
I sat next to a beautiful sister that gives herself freely to the congregation. As we looked up scriptures together, during the Sunday talk, the brother began speaking about hope. Hope that we would see our dead loved ones; in which we both teared up.
Hope of walking around and eating new fruit that we've never seen, tasted or smelled; in which we both smiled. That brother gave a beautiful talk, rejuvenating the hope for life everlasting.
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