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<blockquote data-quote="Mayflower1" data-source="post: 75616774" data-attributes="member: 132617"><p>"Yeh... they are SO happy." Lorena said to Peter, laughing. "And we will be there one day too."</p><p></p><p>She realized nothing else had to be said. The past was the past, and the present and future were a lot brighter now. What was done was done. And it was about what her mom had said about the scars on Jesus' hands and feet. He paid the price for them.</p><p>Every bit of it.</p><p></p><p>She opened the door and embraced Uncle Jim back. Hugs were the other deemed weakness. But Uncle Jim seemed to have changed a lot over the years along with Lorena in the past hour.</p><p></p><p>"Wow, there's something different about you. A glow of some sort ..." Uncle Jim said.</p><p></p><p>"If I didn't just come to Jesus and survive outside for an hour, in these winds, I-I would blame it on this ugly/blingy Christmas sweater I put on before I left."</p><p></p><p>Uncle Jim laughed and had her sit in the back of the medic car to get checked out and treat the frostbite.</p><p></p><p>"We can talk more in town. I am proud of you. And your mom was too."</p><p></p><p>"I know..." she whispered, smiling great big. "And thank you, Uncle Jim."</p><p></p><p>He gave her another reassuring pat on her shoulder closing the door, and waved at Peter, motioning him to follow him to escort back to the shelter.</p><p></p><p>It was almost like a parade coming into town with all the police lights. The wind was howling and blowing hard with huge snow drifts. And it was very cold, but couldn't feel any warmer.</p><p></p><p>People started clapping and cheering as Peter and Lorena entered into the shelter. Lights were since put up, and the laughter of children echoed through the building . The children were dressed in Nativity clothes, playing in a live nativity set up near the tables.</p><p></p><p>"Attention everyone, now that everyone is back and safe, I would like to make a toast to a changed man, Peter James, for making all of this possible. Without the good Lord using him, we would be surviving on spam and Mrs. Hamilton's fruit cake."</p><p></p><p> Mrs. Hamilton scrunched up her face in a warning glare, then softened to a smile laughing good naturedly with the others.</p><p></p><p>"Would you like to say a few words, Peter?" Jim asked.</p><p></p><p>[USER=416739]@PeterJames0510[/USER]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mayflower1, post: 75616774, member: 132617"] "Yeh... they are SO happy." Lorena said to Peter, laughing. "And we will be there one day too." She realized nothing else had to be said. The past was the past, and the present and future were a lot brighter now. What was done was done. And it was about what her mom had said about the scars on Jesus' hands and feet. He paid the price for them. Every bit of it. She opened the door and embraced Uncle Jim back. Hugs were the other deemed weakness. But Uncle Jim seemed to have changed a lot over the years along with Lorena in the past hour. "Wow, there's something different about you. A glow of some sort ..." Uncle Jim said. "If I didn't just come to Jesus and survive outside for an hour, in these winds, I-I would blame it on this ugly/blingy Christmas sweater I put on before I left." Uncle Jim laughed and had her sit in the back of the medic car to get checked out and treat the frostbite. "We can talk more in town. I am proud of you. And your mom was too." "I know..." she whispered, smiling great big. "And thank you, Uncle Jim." He gave her another reassuring pat on her shoulder closing the door, and waved at Peter, motioning him to follow him to escort back to the shelter. It was almost like a parade coming into town with all the police lights. The wind was howling and blowing hard with huge snow drifts. And it was very cold, but couldn't feel any warmer. People started clapping and cheering as Peter and Lorena entered into the shelter. Lights were since put up, and the laughter of children echoed through the building . The children were dressed in Nativity clothes, playing in a live nativity set up near the tables. "Attention everyone, now that everyone is back and safe, I would like to make a toast to a changed man, Peter James, for making all of this possible. Without the good Lord using him, we would be surviving on spam and Mrs. Hamilton's fruit cake." Mrs. Hamilton scrunched up her face in a warning glare, then softened to a smile laughing good naturedly with the others. "Would you like to say a few words, Peter?" Jim asked. [USER=416739]@PeterJames0510[/USER] [/QUOTE]
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