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.
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.
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.