I’m lying here in bed tonight thinking of a sweet friend who died today. She was diagnosed with terminal cancer nearly four years ago–and has lived years beyond what the doctors told her was possible. So today she is gone from earth, but still very much alive in the hearts of all who knew her.
I’ve been recalling memories of our friend and her family: memories of them sitting in meeting week after week. Memories of their “place” at convention–next to the microphone and speaker soundboard. Memories of her energy, constant smile, and sweet, sweet voice.
Her life was lived out faithfully, with nothing but words of true faith even until the end: living day by day, giving thanks to God instead of questioning why, and daily encouraging her Facebook “followers” with her spirit.
While her life was a blessing to those of us privileged to witness her walk, my thoughts cannot stray for long from her daughter, her husband, her sister, her mother… I can’t understand what they are going through right now, but I bet that, like me, they are lying in bed reliving memories of a true virtuous woman.