Someone braved the jokes and jeers who knew the Living Water had run dry.
At 14 she drove a cab barefoot along 5th Avenue. At 18 she was the swamp buggy queen. For 50 years she was a pastor’s wife, teaching Sunday School to teens and women and leaving secret notes in their Bibles. At 74 she is dying in my living room, remembering it all. Or none of it.
God in his wisdom has called this godly father, husband and pastor to a perfect sabbath rest. Some of the things we depended on him for we will now have to do for ourselves. Or for each other. Or simply wait for God to do.