who was the last person you said...I LOVE YOU to????



Good evening, well another week has almost come and gone, boy is the new year flying right on by, already into February! It has been a pretty day here in Utah, a bit on the cold side but the sun was shining and the birds were singing happily! 

In prayer this evening I ask you to join me in asking special favor for those who are battling bad things in life...whether it be disease, finances, relationships, wayward children, lack of faith...pray, pray, pray with all of your might asking God to provide peace, comfort, and calm. Father I come to you with my heart filled with humility asking you to hold my loved ones in your arms, let them feel your love and allow them knowledge that you are there with them at all time and that as long as they open their hearts to you that you will receive them, forgive them and provide for them a peace that is beyond all other peace. God we love you and we ask these mercies and favors in the name of Jesus Christ our Savior. Amen.

Don't let one day go by without telling the ones you love that you love them....



The Last ‘I Love You’

Carol’s husband was killed in an accident last year. Jim, only fifty-two years old, was driving home from work, the other driver was a teenager with a very high blood alcohol level. Jim died instantly. The teenager was in the emergency room for less than two hours.
There were other ironic twists: It was Carol’s fiftieth birthday, and Jim had two plane tickets to Hawaii in his pocket. He was going to surprise her. Instead, he was killed by a drunk driver.
“How have you survived this?” I finally asked Carol, a year later.
Her eyes welled up with tears. I thought I had said the wrong thing, but she gently took my hand and said, “It’s all right; I want to tell you. The day I married Jim, I promised I would never let him leave the house in the morning without telling him I loved him. He made the same promise. It got to be a joke between us, and as babies came along, it got to be a hard promise to keep. I remember running down the driveway, saying ‘I love you’ through clenched teeth when I was mad, or driving to the office to put a note in his car. It was a funny challenge.
“We made a lot of memories trying to say “I love you” before noon every day of our married life.
“The morning Jim died, he left a birthday card in the kitchen and slipped out to the car. I heard the engine starting. Oh, no, you don’t, buster, I thought. I raced out and banged on the car window until he rolled it down.
“Here on my fiftieth birthday, Mr. James E. Garret, I Carol Garret, want to go on record as saying I love you!”
“That’s how I’ve survived. Knowing that the last words I said to Jim were ‘I love you!’

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