A phenomenon presented itself as we crested the hills and neared Lower Brule: a dark bank of clouds spawned by the river snaked across the countryside following the course of the river. As it receded in the distance, it became a lighter blue. This also was only for a short time before the sun dissipated it. 
Like the frost or the clouds, our lives are so short. Times that have seemed so unbearable have passed and the light has shone again. Joys should be cherished, as they can also pass. Those of us who are parents of grown children realize how momentary the time seems that we spent with the little ones. We now have grandchildren, and we know that we must cherish every moment that we have with them.
This idea also follows in our work at the mission. We have the children for a little time, and then they are gone. We teach them the Bible Stories and truths as clearly as we can, knowing that we will not have them long, at best. Ray speaks to us, realizing that we will not always have these men to teach. This is the essence of missions-speaking wisely and using every opportunity to teach.

May you have a blessed week!
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