I believe that sometimes God just winks at us. Today, I sang at the funeral of a dear friend. Arriving at the church early, I prepared for the service, making sure everything was in right order. The family had requested that I lead the congregation in two traditional hymns, and before the message, sing “In the Garden.” I knew all three songs very well, but just as a safeguard, I grabbed a hymnal and marked the pages.
The service began in the normal way and during the prayer, I opened the hymnal and noticed a small bookplate pressed into the inside left hand cover. Daddy