At work this afternoon my coworker mentioned that an inmate had passed away. She said, "Joy, you knew her. She used to come to the library all the time to check out books." Yes, I remembered. She was a sweet older lady with beautiful red hair. She had dementia and had to have a caregiver with her 24/7. Her caregivers would get so frustrated with her, but I remember the minute she walked into the library her face would light up with a smile.

She would go to chapel services with her Bible and always sat in the front rows. Did she know the Lord as her Savior? I don't know, but I will always wonder. Don't wait to tell someone about Jesus. You don't know if you'll ever have that chance again.

"...Behold, now is the accepted time behold, now is the day of salvation."
2 Corinthians 6:2b


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