From down the hall I saw her...
she had a smile on her face and sat in her wheel chair like a queen upon a throne.
She was a jewel in our church. A women who feared the Lord and radiated beauty. As I helped her prepare to head to the santuary she gently clasped my hand in hers and smiled. "Bless you" she said in her tender voice. She held on tightly to my hands and seemed so eager to share her wisdom. I confess this was the first time Agnes and I met personally. She sat in the pew across the isle from me. With her bible opened on her lap she was very attentive to every word our pastor spoke. Not distracted by the ones around her or the to-do's for the day. She sat and radiated beauty. There was beauty there in her fraigle body. Beauty in her tender touches. Beauty in her crown of wisdom. Beauty in that silver angel that was clipped to her pink silk blouse. I could feel her boldness as she inched closer to a time of full renewal. Her life full of grace and her heart bursting with the good news. In that moment she passed on a legacy. A legacy to fill my years with the beauty of the scriptures; meekeness, patience, forgiveness, a gentle tone, love for the unbelievers, sheparding my children with grace, and many others. As the closing comments where made I saw her hands fold and eyes close, and wondered... were her prayers full of souls needing the Lord? Were her prayers asking for more time her on this earth or contentment in going home? Did she pray for me?
Before I left that day I embraced dear Agnes Ross. A hug that seemed to give her hope. In her tender soft voice she said, "Oh how I wish I could tell you soo much. There are so many stories I can share of God's faithfullness. " I prayed silently that the Lord would stop time even for a moment. So that I could sit and fill my heart with her wisdom. But even she knew there were little ones waiting for me. I hugged her once more as I heard her whisper I love you dear.
Even though those moments were short I will treasure them always...and anxiously await for the time when I can sit in her presence again and feel her love. The sweet love of our savior.
As this new year begins I think of sweet Agnes. Will this be the year she will be with her King in glory? And as my heart reflects on my year ahead I challenge myself...to fill my heart with character qualities that one day can be a leagacy I can pass on to my children and those who are around me.