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I'm on vacation in Oregon and Washington this week. Sorry for the lack of posts. In the past few days, I've learned of David's daughter's death, Grandpa Price's stroke, Grandma Price's terminal brain tumor, and been weighed down by lots of other people's struggles in life.

I've been listening to Johnny Cash's My Mother's Hymn Book. It's a lot of music I haven't heard in years, and it's rather encouraging. Here's one (last verse especially) I was glad to listen to last night:

WHERE WE'LL NEVER GROW OLD

I have heard of a land on the faraway strand,
’Tis a beautiful home of the soul;
Built by Jesus on high, where we never shall die,
’Tis a land where we never grow old.

Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where we’ll never grow old;
Never grow old, never grow old,
In a land where we’ll never grow old.

In that beautiful home where we’ll never more roam,
We shall be in the sweet by and by;
Happy praise to the King through eternity sing,
’Tis a land where we never shall die.

When our work here is done and the life-crown is won,
And our troubles and trials are o’er;
All our sorrow will end, and our voices will blend,
With the loved ones who’ve gone on before.