This last week I was able to be at two beautiful celebration services of dear friends.  My childhood friend lost her sweet Daddy. Another childhood friend lost her sweet Mother.  They had both lived wonderful, full lives and left legacies for those behind them to live by. They both had physically broken bodies but now are whole again and completely healed by Him.  The words of precious old hymns, sung at the services,  were as balm to hurting hearts. They each held so much more meaning than they did when I learned them as a child. As I was growing up, I  always loved singing in church.