You never knew you were to have such impact.

You never knew you were to change lives.

You never knew you would have such a story, a testimony to share.

And yet Jesus took you home, hand in hand,  telling you to burn the plow and never look back - knowing the Power of that story in the lives behind you.

You had such a quiet life, you weren't famous

You weren't known by people outside of your ever changing inner circle of social existence.

You didn't have a big family. The child you had died. And her children both stepped away from your life.

 

And yet, such an impact you have made.

You have irrevocably touched a friend who is out of balance needing you.

You have permanently touched me as your partner.

You have catapulted me into my life with Christ with your evidence and testimony.

 

You had such a quiet life, you weren't famous.

But I knew you.

We knew one another.

We changed one another.

And when you left me it was perfect.

 

Here I sit, often reviewing that day.

Your words.

Your calm and insistence.

Your thoughtful reporting that you were fine.

No pain. Looking directly into His eyes.

You were ready.

Oh how big your life is.

Oh how loud it is now wrapped in my testimony of you.

It occurs to me one day I will run out of pictures of you, that you are literally caught in a time frame. Oh How I love and celebrate the ending of your story and the real beginning of my own. Jesus is everything.