I didn't realize how timely God's gifts of song were last week. I didn't realize how I'd be challenged so quickly to live the lyrics and trust so completely. Our precious grandbaby girl, Amber Skye, came home from vacation quite sick. Today, a week later, we sat in a beautiful garden, an oasis in the middle of the city, on a chilly, breezy, cloudy late afternoon. Amber's mom cradled her in her arms and we said goodbye. There is that underlying peace .... that peace that really does pass all understanding .... to see the struggle leave her face ... to know that her heavenly Father had knit her in her mother's womb, had known her days long before the foundations of the earth. She was so very tiny and will leave such an immense hole in my heart.