I want to sit with you in a quiet corner of a Starbucks and laugh as we share stories about our men and our daughters and our Michael boys and the gift of grandchildren. I would tell you how your Bibles studies drew me into a love a God's word that changed my life forever and you would tell me I am darlin' and I would weep.
We would talk about the lives we had in Arkansas and Oklahoma, about the pain, the loss, and then we would praise God for his great love and the amazing grace of His redemption. We would talk about having oldest daughters the same age who roll their eyes and shake manes of thick brown hair and we'd have to get more coffee and I would hold your hand and weep.
Then you would say something else about my hair and we'd talk about fashion and shoes and shopping and treasures and life and love and Jesus.
We would become more than just teacher and student. More than siesta sisters.
In heaven, the Author of our stories would smile as our hearts knit themselves to one another because He knew that they would. He knew his two daughters, so similarly made, would have joy in their time together.
Then this California transplant would hug tight her Texas sister and thank her from the deepest well of gratitude for being such a faithful teacher of God's word. I would tell you that I can only imagine how hard a life of ministry like yours really is and I would tell you that I pray for you!
We would talk about the lives we had in Arkansas and Oklahoma, about the pain, the loss, and then we would praise God for his great love and the amazing grace of His redemption. We would talk about having oldest daughters the same age who roll their eyes and shake manes of thick brown hair and we'd have to get more coffee and I would hold your hand and weep.
Then you would say something else about my hair and we'd talk about fashion and shoes and shopping and treasures and life and love and Jesus.
We would become more than just teacher and student. More than siesta sisters.
In heaven, the Author of our stories would smile as our hearts knit themselves to one another because He knew that they would. He knew his two daughters, so similarly made, would have joy in their time together.
Then this California transplant would hug tight her Texas sister and thank her from the deepest well of gratitude for being such a faithful teacher of God's word. I would tell you that I can only imagine how hard a life of ministry like yours really is and I would tell you that I pray for you!
So Miss Beth, don't be surprised if I pop into your office one day and invite you to coffee. Our Father could be waiting to be entertained by two of his girls that are uniquely made and greatly loved.
So until then Miss Beth...thank you!
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