A couple weeks ago we sang "I know who holds tomorrow" in church. Every time we sing that my mind floods back to the time i sang with Terry and Link in church. Young and carefree we were then. and no idea of what would happen in the next few weeks. Link was called home to Jesus. 42 years later and I still miss that smile, that friendship, the laughs. I miss him. So, today in my memories on facebook, something I wrote about Link a few years ago popped up. and because of this same song. I love how God brings memories to us just when we need them. Here is what I wrote in 2017 Today, in church, we sang, "I know who holds tomorrow" 39 years ago, a few weeks before October, two male friends and I sang that song as special music in church. Little did I know then, that my friend Link, would be meeting Jesus face to face in October 1978. He was 18 years old, had a promising career as an auctioneer......... when his life was cut short in a wreck. I hadn't thought about Link in quite some time. he was kind, funny, ornery, and a true friend. He was like the "link" that held our youth group together growing up. He had a way with people. He was my friend, and I was devastated when I heard the news. I was a month away from being 19. I had only tasted death thru losing a grandparent, so losing a friend was just as hard, or harder. I sat, listening to the words of that song this morning, (I couldn't sing cause my voice is scratchy form allergies), my eyes became moist as I remembered my friend. I will see him again one day, I have that hope, that we have in Jesus Christ. I miss you Link, Can't wait til the day we can talk again. I don't know about tomorrow I just live from day to day I don't borrow from the sunshine For it's skies may turn to gray I don't worry o'er the future For I know what Jesus said And today I'll walk beside Him For He knows what lies ahead Many things about tomorrow I don't seem to understand But I know who holds tomorrow And I know who holds my hand Ev'ry step is getting brighter As the golden stairs I climb Ev'ry burden's getting lighter Ev'ry cloud is silver lined There the sun is always shining There no tear will dim the eye At the ending of the rainbow Where the mountains touch the sky Many things about tomorrow I don't seem to understand But I know who holds tomorrow And I know who holds my hand