HELLO, NORAH.

THOUGH SHE BE BUT LITTLE, SHE IS FIERCE.

Mama.

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 “I hear Your voice and I catch my breath / Well done my child enter in and rest / As tears of joy roll down my cheeks / It’s beautiful beyond my wildest dreams

I want to run on greener pastures / I want to dance on higher hills / I want to drink from sweeter waters / In the misty morning chill / And my soul is getting restless / For the place where I belong / I can’t wait to join the angels and sing my heaven song”

 — Heaven Song by Phil Wickham

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On Saturday morning, February 3rd, my mother, Lori Green, found eternal peace.
(click here for memorial information)


Take care of my baby girl for me, mama. 
I'll miss you forever and love you for always.

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I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? 

My help comes from the Lord,  the Maker of heaven and earth.
 — Psalm 121:1-2

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