Two may talk together
under the same roof for many years,
yet never really meet,
and two others at first speech
are old friends.
I have the honor of calling Mrs. Wilson a friend.
I have been blessed by the opportunity to dance in the glitter of her laughter and joy!
I have learned so very much from her tangled past and metamorphosis into a woman of comfort and peace.
She has wonderful strength, passion, and a great love for the people in her life.
She is dying. Thinking those words…burns my heart, knowing that she doesn’t know my Savior...breaks it.
I fall to my knees in great reverence of Almighty God, praying that he bangs on the heart of this sweet woman, so that she may find salvation and enter his Gates.
I selfishly admit that I don’t want to spend eternity without her sparkle!