For such a time…

I’ve thought of her often over the years. Wondered. Where she landed. How life turned out for her. It’s been a long time, more years than I care to count but important enough to remember the part she played in my life.

It was that time when life was turned upside down for us and all I could do was keep walking. We’d moved suddenly over Christmas break. Soon my brother and I would discover our parents were divorcing. We were in new schools in a new town for us, even though it was the hometown for our father’s family. She was an assistant pastor at our church. A single woman she’d have responsibility for the youth department too. My memory is pretty thin here, only remembering she cared. She let me ride with her to take other children home. I probably cried to her though I don’t remember. I must have told her about the split though I don’t remember that either. It would have been obvious as dad moved to another state.

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What I remember, why I’ve always remembered is this: that summer, the one that began the month after I turned 14 and went to church camp, that summer she was part of the staff that week of camp. Most of the details aren’t clear to me. I don’t remember why she came to my cabin after lights out one night but I think I’d asked her to come. Again, not sure of her exact words but she told me I couldn’t have my parents salvation. I had to have my own. I had to choose. It was this woman, maybe 10 years older than me though I have no idea, who had shown me God’s love and now helped me as I chose Him for My Savior. That I remember. That moment, thunder rumbling somewhere in that dark night in Eastern Oklahoma. The night Jesus became my choice.

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At the end of the summer I moved. Again. With mama we left Northwest Arkansas for Baltimore, MD. We left the known for unknown and we left my friend. Long distance phone calls were a big deal in those days. No email or cell phones. I think there may have been some letters exchanged and when she visited her parents in Washington DC I went down from Baltimore for the weekend. Then life happened and more moving for both of us.

No idea of what married name she may have I typed the name I knew into the Facebook search and there she was. I knew because we had some friends in common so I knew it was her. It was Becky. I saw a few pictures and little had changed from what I remembered, especially in her gentle smile.

Time spent needn’t be a lot to impact the life of another. To listen, give time and love, a visit to Sonic for a Cherry Dr. Pepper. Because of those months many years ago I can say “I thank God for every remembrance of you” Becky.

 

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Where do you find grace? Inside the church walls? Around the dinner table with your family? For years, grace was not much more than the prayer we said before meals or a biblical concept. Then I met a group of men who had, as we say, reached bottom. They welcomed me to Graceland. They showing me grace can be found in the darkest of places. I'm still searching and learning. I hope you'll want to come along.

13 thoughts on “For such a time…

  1. Mama's Empty Nest

    What a special and most important memory of the one who led you to that personal relationship with Jesus! It’s so lovely that you found her once again. There are so many people who are part of our ‘families,’ aren’t there? And that reminds me, I nominated your blog for the WordPress Family Award in my blog post today: http://mamasemptynest.wordpress.com/2013/05/16/orange-you-glad-youre-family/ After all, we are sisters in Christ and part of the same ‘family.’ 🙂

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    1. Debby

      Such a kindness you share, Cindy. Thank you friend. Yes, it’s the extended family that has nurtured me when my own is far away. God provides!

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  2. Stumbling into GRACE

    Morning
    That’s why I LOVE the verse about “entertaining Angels” because we never know when the Spirit sends an angel to us or allows us to be the Angel in someone else life
    God Bless

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    1. Debby

      How did I miss answering this? Yes, I know what you mean. Love that verse and the reminder.

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      1. Stumbling into GRACE

        Have awonderful weekend!
        God Bless

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  3. Stumbling into GRACE

    Morning
    That’s why I LOVE the verse about “entertaining Angels” because we never know when the Spirit sends an angel to us or allows us to be the Angel in someone else life
    God Bless

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    1. Debby

      How did I miss answering this? Yes, I know what you mean. Love that verse and the reminder.

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      1. Stumbling into GRACE

        Have awonderful weekend!
        God Bless

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  4. Caddo-Jael

    Oh wow, you just always get my waterworks goin’, Debby. What a deeply moving story–and you’re so right: it’s not the amount of time, it’s the person’s heart which impacts us. The Jesus choice–I love that–and how wonderful that you reconnected on FB. I’m so reluctant to get on it, fearful actually…but maybe I should reconsider. God bless you BIG today–love, sis Caddo

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    1. Debby

      Caddo, seems I’m slipping in my replies. Sorry. Thank you always for your kind words of encouragement. For me, Facebook helps me keep up with friends scattered about the globe. Rarely have I looked for someone on it but so glad I did this time.

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  5. Caddo-Jael

    Oh wow, you just always get my waterworks goin’, Debby. What a deeply moving story–and you’re so right: it’s not the amount of time, it’s the person’s heart which impacts us. The Jesus choice–I love that–and how wonderful that you reconnected on FB. I’m so reluctant to get on it, fearful actually…but maybe I should reconsider. God bless you BIG today–love, sis Caddo

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    1. Debby

      Caddo, seems I’m slipping in my replies. Sorry. Thank you always for your kind words of encouragement. For me, Facebook helps me keep up with friends scattered about the globe. Rarely have I looked for someone on it but so glad I did this time.

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