On Monday night, October 22, the moon shone brightly into the window as we lay snuggled in our comfy cruiser bunk. We thought about Amy Quesnelle, young mother of three, about to make her passage from this world as she lay in her own bed at Lissard House, the cancer hospice in our hometown. How like the bright moon is Amy in the dark night of her life, a soft and beautiful strength one can only behold and admire. We prayed for her and with her, grateful to have witnessed this life and to have been renewed by her light, grateful for the power of the spirit that will never separate us in God’s love.
The next day Amy died. The next day she rose to a new day beyond the horizon. We remember her, claim her still, and give thanks.
Please join us in prayer for John, Matthew, Scott, Sydney, Amy's mother, Elizabeth, and her extended family.
Though much is taken, much abides ..
One equal temper of heroic hearts
Made weak by time and fate ..
But strong in will to strive, to seek, and not to yield.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
