Sunday Sentiments: Saying Thanks

 

Just a couple of days ago, I learned of the passing of one of the ladies who had a big impact on my life and early faith journey. Her name was June, and if you’ve read here for a long time, you’ve probably seen a post or two about her, because I’ve mentioned her before.

            June and her husband, Harold, were good friends with my parents. For years, Mom and Dad had a group of friends they spent friend-holidays with: New Year’s, Memorial Day, 4^th of July – you get the idea – and they were part of that group. Harold was the friend who made the kitchen island I wrote about not long ago.

            June was my Sunday School teacher for a couple of years, and as I’ve written before, she was the one who taught me how to look up chapters and verses in the Bible. And if you’ve ever heard me speak on the topic of Pouring In, Pouring Out, you might remember June from the story of when she invited me to join her in the choir loft to sing.

            I always appreciated how she made time to see me and to ask about what was happening in my life. I showed up on the scene after her own kids were grown and gone, but she still took time to care and invest in me, and it made a difference. The small, simple things she did made a far weightier impact on my heart than she ever could have known.

            I was sad when I heard about her passing, but she has had a hard few years, health-wise, and I also know she is now healthy and whole in Heaven. I wouldn’t wish any different for her!

            I hope that as I live my own days on this earth, I can have the kind of quiet, simple impact on others that she had on me. I hope I see them and make a place for them and give them an opportunity to know they belong.

            Thank you, June, for investing in my life. Thank you for pouring into me! I am so thankful you were part of my story. I celebrate the life you lived so very well.