I attended the funeral or life celebration or home going (or whatever the “PC” term is nowadays) for a very precious lady yesterday. I’ve known her for probably about ten years or so…and have loved her for every single one of them.
Her name was Myra and she was an incredible woman of God.
Mrs. Myra was the epitome of Southern refinement and Godly humility all wrapped into one. She greeted you with a warm smile and a “hey dah-lin'” and a sweet pat on the cheek. She was dressed to the nines and that beautiful silver hair of hers was always right in place. In fact, on more than one occasion I thought to myself how 80-some year old Mrs. Myra was way more hip and stylish that 30-some year old me.
And oh, how she loved Jesus.
I had the honor of having Mrs. Myra at my table in Bible study a couple of semesters ago. Sometimes I felt almost silly as the table leader talking through our homework, sharing the things I’d learned from my own study time – in my eyes she was absolutely a spiritual giant, a mighty prayer warrior – but I’d look over at her and there she was listening intently to me, 50 plus years her junior. See, she was never so foolish in her faith to think that she still didn’t have more to learn, and never so haughty as to ignore opportunities to learn from someone who may or may not have as many years at Jesus’ feet as she did. I loved that so much about her. She never made me feel beneath her. Whenever I was able to sit and chat with her and share what I’d been learning, she’d listen and smile and her eyes would just light up. She was just as excited to hear as I was to be able to share.
But thank goodness I had the sense enough to not always be the one doing the talking because as much as I loved telling her about what Jesus was showing me, I loved even more hearing about what He was showing her. Her child-like faith was simple and sweet, yet deeply profound and wise.
I wish so much that I had the words to write her a proper tribute. She was a mentor, a spiritual leader, a sister in Christ, and a dear friend…and my life was better for having known her.
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I couldn’t have said it any better! Last year when I started helping with the high schoolers, I saw her come in to the leaders’ meeting….as I learned she was a group leader, I wanted to be in her group instead of having one of my own! It was so awesome to watch this precious woman of faith and wisdom pour out love and prayers for the students…..even clapping and smiling to loud “student friendly” music. She praised right along with us. She was an encourager to me, a sweet friend, a true example of living daily a life of worship- no matter what. I thank God for the impact she had in my life and pray that I can pay that forward….
What a beautiful tribute to our precious friend, Myra! How blessed we have been to know her and to learn from her. I am already missing her, but at the same time rejoicing with all the angels of heaven that she is finally with the Lord. Ohhh, what she would tell us about heaven! She loved life and was excited about everything….but she loved Jesus even more and I can see her just running into His arms. Indeed, we are all better for having known Myra. I know many will want to honor her memory by living by her example.
Ok, I’m crying now. A beautiful tribute to a beautiful lady. PRAISE!