Sunday Scriptures — Praise Him Every Day

by Sandy Kirby Quandt

Two days ago on Friday the 13th another loved one passed from this life to Glory.

I find it strangely interesting that Mom Mom died one week and one year after Mom did.

Even stranger, I’d been thinking about Mom Mom and praying for her at the very time she was breathing her last few breathes on this earth. Without even knowing she was dying. As I’ve mentioned before, if God puts someone on your heart, pray. You don’t need to know all the circumstances. He knows. That’s enough.

The Bible tells us life is a vapor. We are here today and gone tomorrow. To steal a line from the band Kansas, all we are is dust in the wind.

None of us can add one single second to our lives beyond what God in his infinite wisdom has already ordained.

Some live to old age.

Some die within 48 hours of birth.

Some outlive life-expectancy predictions following horrific accidents.

Some die instantly and unexpectedly.

Some die in random acts of violence.

Some die at their own hand.

Whatever the circumstances, life is uncertain. Yet one thing remains constant. God is on his throne and in control. Because of that we can praise him every day for ever and ever.

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Every day I will praise you and extol your name for ever and ever. Psalm 145:2 (NIV)

I wish you well.


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Just Because

By Sandy Kirby Quandt

Now for something completely different…

I’m sending this out just because I can.

As the holidays approach I hope this song by Andrew Peterson and the verses from the New Testament book of Revelation touch and comfort those of you who have lost loved ones as much as they touch and comfort me.

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 I saw a new heaven and a new earth. The first heaven and the first earth had disappeared, and so had the sea. Then I saw New Jerusalem, that holy city, coming down from God in heaven. It was like a bride dressed in her wedding gown and ready to meet her husband. I heard a loud voice shout from the throne: God’s home is now with his people. He will live with them, and they will be his own. Yes, God will make his home among his people. He will wipe all tears from their eyes, and there will be no more death, suffering, crying, or pain. These things of the past are gone forever. Then the one sitting on the throne said: I am making everything new. Write down what I have said. My words are true and can be trusted. Revelation 21:1-5 (CEV)

I wish you well.


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Going Home

By Sandy Kirby Quandt

Last week Pilot, Pie, and I stood in a small cemetery in Georgia and bid a loved one good-bye.

On November 7, 2014, Jesus escorted my mother, Edna Mae Hinson Kirby, (9/16/19 – 11/07/14) to her forever-home that he prepared just for her.

I imagine my dad is showing Mom around as they make their way down those streets paved with gold and introducing her to all his new friends.

I imagine friends and relatives who preceded Mom will eagerly embrace her and talk about all they’ve done since they last met.

At some point in time that only God knows I too, will leave this world and join them.

Some of you reading this have met my mother but for those who never had that privilege, I’d like to tell you an anecdote about her.

About a year and a half ago when Mom was seriously ill and very much near death, Pilot placed an order for a floral arrangement to be delivered to her hospital room.

The floral shop had already closed for the day that Saturday but the owner answered the phone anyway.

We’d ordered flowers from Sapp’s Florist several times before. The first time was for Mom’s 92nd birthday, mere weeks after she moved into the nursing home. I cried as I gave the owner Mom’s new permanent address. So maybe our phone number came up on his caller ID and he decided to answer. I don’t know why he took the call, but I’m glad he did.

The next day, Sunday, he hand delivered the flowers to Mom’s hospital room.

When I called that day to check on Mom I was surprised when she told me how the flowers had been delivered.

In typical Edna fashion Mom said, “When the man came into my room carrying that big ole bunch of flowers I wanted to tell him, “Lord, I’m not dead, yet!”

To which I replied, “If you’re doing that well, send the flowers back!”

That was my mom. Feisty to the end.

Mom has run her race and fought the good fight. She has left a legacy for those who come behind.

Her blood courses through my veins and through my son, Pie’s, veins and through all her descendants for generations to come.

Woven and spun.

Thank you, Heavenly Father, for my mother’s life and for knitting me together in her womb.

 “Let not your heart be troubled. You are trusting God, now trust in me. There are many homes up there where my Father lives, and I am going to prepare them for your coming. When everything is ready, then I will come and get you, so that you can always be with me where I am. If this weren’t so, I would tell you plainly. And you know where I am going and how to get there.” John 14:1-4  (TLB)

I wish you well,


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