Journal Entry:
March 16, 2004
“Molly called. She had suggestions for me as to job possibilities and is going to keep her eyes and ears open for me. Worked on resume and cover letter-sent them to Bill to critique and edit.”
The first thing
that came to mind when I read this is family and friends. Where would I be without them? From the beginning of this journey to this
day God has place people in my life who have loved, encouraged, confronted when
needed, and just been there for me. They’ve
laughed and cried with me. Some of them
have walked a short way on the path with me bringing just what I needed at that
time. Many have been by my side for the
entire trip. What a blessing they’ve
each been in their own way!
I’m not going
to try to name them all. Many have been
mentioned already before in this blog. I’m
sure I’ll mention others in future posts.
The thing they all have in common is a willingness to reach out to
someone who was hurting and seeking and needing a helping hand. They all took time out of their busy lives to
make a difference in my life. I remember
each one of them to this day with thankfulness and love. I am going to talk about the two mentioned in
this entry.
Molly is one of
my dearest friends in the world. She’s become
a sister to me. She’s been with me
through good and bad times. She’s taken
care of me through surgeries, helped me move, gone on trips to Georgia, shared
many a meal, enjoyed Gaither concerts, and loved my puppy just to name a few
things. We’ve shared prayer concerns,
family matters, joys, sorrows, much laughter, and some tears. We can go weeks without speaking but if I
need her all I have to do is call. She’s
truly a gift from God.
Bill. What can I say? I tell people he was the finest Christian man
I’ve ever known and I’ve known some good ones.
Yes, I said was. God took him
Home 4 years ago last month. I may talk
about that on another day but today I want to focus on who he was in this
life.
This man was my
brother-in-law. He came into my life
when he started dating my sister in February 1968. From the beginning he treated this spoiled
bratty little sister with respect. He
became my brother when he married Pat.
If I tried to
list all the ways he supported me over the years it would fill more pages than
one can imagine. He was there for me financially,
emotionally, or with any questions or concerns I had. I tell people he was my go to guy for legal
or any other kind of advice. He was
always willing to listen to and give me great advice.
All of the
cousins adored that man. He became a
father figure to my kids. In fact,
everyone in our family adored Bill. He
became the human rock of our family. His
faith in God was evident to everyone who ever met him. His sense of humor was unique and always made
us laugh. His generosity was unmatched.
The one thing I
will always remember about Bill was his encouragement as I created this new
life after my divorce. I’d call him and
say, “I’m not sure I can do this”. His
reply was always “why not?” He never let
me doubt myself or my abilities. If
there was anything he could do to support me he did it. There was never any pressure to succeed, just
encouragement. If I tried something and
it didn’t work out there was no problem.
Just move on to the next thing.
No, he was not
perfect because there’s only been one perfect Person to ever walk this
earth. However, he was as close as I’ve
seen in my lifetime. I miss him still.
The point of
this post is that God uses His children to minister to those who are lost,
seeking, hurting, or in any kind of need.
His word tells us to
This just what so many people
have done and are doing for me still today.
My hope is that in my words and actions I do the same for others. It’s through the presence of God in my life
that I’m able to share His love, mercy and grace with others. What a joyful way to live!
Father,
Thank You for
bringing so many wonderful people into my life.
Today I thank You
especially for Molly and Bill.
Enable me to share
the kindnesses they have shown to me with others.
In Jesus’ Name,
Amen.
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