She is one of those people that people like. Everyone does. There are many reasons to like her. For one thing, she is kind. Always. And, she smiles. She was a friend to me and opened her home to me so many years ago that it’s hard to count sometimes.
She taught me how to iron ruffles on little girl’s dresses. She taught me how to iron pockets and collars. She thought I was funny and smart. She let me help and made me feel helpful. She could deliver a hard correction without leaving me bloody and demoralized. She oozed God stuff.
If she hadn’t been there for me that one week, I would have been lost forever to my fears and sucked back into the swirling mess that was my life. She was clear. She was peaceful.
She opened God’s word to me and made it come alive. She made me hungry for LIFE.
She laughed hard. She wept beautifully.
One time they came to my little apartment with all the kids. (I don’t remember how many at that time.) They ate spaghetti with me, told me it was good, settled back and enjoyed my home. At church on Sunday they told everyone of my hospitality. I was embarrassed but I grew a lot that day. Good affirmation.
She made repentance and growth seem possible and good and I believed her.
They came to my wedding and they wept and smiled and prayed for and loved us. They were genuinely happy for Handsome and me. That was the last day I saw her.
Today, Debbie went to be with Jesus.