Her kitchen—the center of
precision and order;
She served from that home, but
Saw just bricks and mortar.
Her treasures in a house now
That’s not made with hands
She died with bold resolve that
Only God’s child understands.
Wonderfully simple,
But wonderfully wise;
Her eye was on details.
Her heart on the prize.
A Titus 2 Mentor
Teacher of youth
Spreader of sunshine
Searcher of truth.
Faithful encourager
Happy note writer
Harry Potter loyalist
Brave cancer fighter.
Faithful wife and mother
Crazy for Don Dodd
Bible class teacher
Servant of God.
Published Christian author
Sermon sheet maker
Confectioner, hostess
Seamstress and baker.
Lover of Ms. Frizzle
And Anne with an E
Digging Deep, preachers
GBN and PTP
The void will be deep
The chasm severe.
But God’s family’s so blessed now
Because she was here.
Her doctors were in awe of faith
Her friends of peace in pain.
Neighbors mourned the coming loss.
But she just spoke of gain.
She talked about the valley
And of His staff and rod
She spoke of angels waiting
To bear her soul to God.
She pondered o’er the moment
When her eyes would see his face
Would she cry out in exultant joy
Or weep at saving grace?
“The angels in my living room!
I hope I can be in prayer.
Then while talking to the Father
I’ll look up and he’ll be there!”
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