The Death of a Rare Flower

             Psalm 116:15 (KJV) Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints. 

A beautiful rose has faded away. She was too rare a creature to live on this earth, and now she will take her place in Heaven's glorious garden.

Quiet and humble are the characteristics most often attributed to our former pastor's wife. She was a gentle soul, a wonderful listener, incredibly thoughtful. Although she probably never knew, I studied her life and watched how she carried herself with such grace and dignity.

Her remarkable strength, under the pressure of the leadership of a small congregation, was epic. Never a doormat, she demonstrated a servant's heart, and led by example. While her husband shepherded our church, this Rose managed the family, made a comfortable and hospitable home and supported the man of God.

No matter what stresses the day held, she spoke no harsh words. Her patience and even temper with others was legendary. Although I was a poor student, I will forever remember her refinement and aspire to reflect her quiet and godly demeanor.

"Well done, though good and faithful servant!"


Notable Quote:

"The loss of a friend is like that of a limb, time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired."--Thomas De Witt Talmage

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