Lynn Morrissey is a sweet friend, and a great writer. And, as you probably know already, Michelle DeRusha is my dear friend, and also an amazing writer. Lynn is a writer, but not a blogger, and Michelle is hosting a contest on her blog. A contest Lynn wanted to enter. When Lynn contacted me to ask if I would allow her to post an article on my site as an entry in Michelle’s #MyFaithHeroine contest, to help celebrate the launch of Michelle’s latest book, 50 Women Every Christian Should Know, I said yes without hesitation. So, here’s Lynn’s entry for the contest. Lucky you! You get to read this fabulous story about Myrtle. You’ll probably find yourself singing along. Enjoy!
Myrtle was dead. The shriveled brown body encasing her generous spirit let go at God’s command. Like autumn’s last leaf, thin and brittle as parchment, it drifted effortlessly to its final resting place.
I met Myrtle years ago. She was my heroine. What an unlikely pair we were, our backgrounds and temperaments as variegated as fall’s foliage. Myrtle was a venerable octogenarian of African-American descent—gracious, humble, and gentle. Yet her soft-spokenness was peppered with crisp humor and laughter that tinkled like a flurry of wind chimes. Her diminutive ninety-pound frame housed a prayer warrior who regularly conferred with her Captain and best friend, Jesus, whom she claimed could fix anything. And He did!
I was a thirty-something Caucasian with an impetuous nature. I loved God and His Word, but was frustrated by my faith that seemed to fluctuate like a round of Simon Says—two baby steps forward, three giant steps back. Solidly standing with feet firmly fixed on her Rock, Jesus Christ, Myrtle’s faith simply was.
I stuck close to Myrtle, hoping to absorb her faith secrets, and she was only too willing to share them. Every Sunday, we met in our church’s tiny chapel. Myrtle always left the doors open so people could join us for prayer, but few ever did. Myrtle, whose arthritis might have dictated otherwise, insisted we kneel at the altar rail. Inch by inch, she pleated like a weathered accordion, and with one heavy sigh—shooo—finally dropped to her knees. I preferred my comfortable pew seat, but knelt out of respect for Myrtle. She knelt out of respect for God.
Myrtle didn’t just pray to Jesus, she sang to Him, too. Her favorite hymn was What a Friend We Have in Jesus, and that was no surprise. She sang to her friend Jesus while she baked, washed, dusted, or tended the generational dozens of children entrusted to her care over the years. She told me that singing gave her spiritual strength. Myrtle sang most heartily in church, where she shone like polished piano ebony among mostly white keys.
Sometimes it disturbed me that Myrtle demonstrated what I considered to be a subservient attitude towards her Caucasian counterparts, calling each lady by Miss or Mrs. and her surname. Myrtle is just as good as they, I thought, and knows her Bible better and can pray rings around them!
In retrospect, although I believe Myrtle hailed from a generation plagued with societally imposed racial distinctions, I learned that her personality was characterized by subservience to Christ. His humble servant, she showed deference to others. Her humility humbled me, and I longed to be more like her.
What a friend I had in Myrtle. I called her day or night, asking endless questions or relaying uncontrolled fears. She patiently listened, never criticizing, never minimizing my wrestling. She’d offer a Bible passage to enlighten, a prayer to uplift. “Jesus will fix it, Lynn,” she assured and I was soothed, though not always persuaded. My faith needed to grow.
Sometimes trials loomed larger than life, seemingly insurmountable. One morning at work, I made a desperate call to Myrtle, explaining that some board directors thought I was negligent in raising critical funds for the agency for which I was executive director. Some wanted me fired. “Jesus will fix it,” she insisted. “Let’s pray.” We did, and He did! I had never been one to toot my own horn, but at the next board meeting, I had an opportunity to explain that I had personally been responsible for generating a large percentage of support in both cash and in-kind donations. A naive young woman, I had done my job without reporting it. In response to Myrtle’s prayer, the Lord gave me courage to speak, and He gave me favor with the board.
Another call to Myrtle was even more desperate. I was forty and pregnant. This was a circumstance that couldn’t be fixed or altered by any amount of praying. And yet, in the ensuing months, as I confessed my anguish to my faithful, non-judgmental friend Myrtle, Jesus answered our prayers by fixing my attitude. When our daughter was born, how proud I was to be her mother. And how proud Myrtle was to be included at Sheridan’s christening as her great-godmother.
Certainly arrogant pride was not one of Myrtle’s characteristics. “Why would you, a college graduate, ask advice from me?” she sometimes queried. I thought the answer was obvious. Myrtle possessed the God-given wisdom that I needed.
Yet near the end of her life, Myrtle’s wisdom was harder to discover. Her quick mind and quicker wit were overshadowed by the ravages of Alzheimer’s disease, scrambling her language into a kind of verbal Morse-Code gibberish. She could no longer talk to others or to Jesus.
One afternoon, in what was to be our last visit, I pulled her dusty hymnal from the piano bench, asking her daughter-in-law for permission to play for Myrtle. As I played the old familiar hymn, with tears streaming down her cheeks, Myrtle began to sing, “What a friend we have in Jesus …” Although she could no longer talk to Jesus, she was singing to Him just as she had throughout the years. While Myrtle couldn’t tell Him, she knew He was still her best friend.
Several days later, Jesus fixed Myrtle good as new. And now she’ll never stop singing.
This blog post is part of Michelle DeRusha’s #MyFaithHeroine contest, in connection with the release of the book 50 Women Every Christian Should Know. Find out how to participate here.
Ok….THAT was beautiful. I am not a “crier”, but Myrtle singing in her last days nearly undid me! May God help us all to find a Mrytle……
Oh Karen, and now you have me in tears–again!! When I actually opened Deidra’s blog today, and saw this *in print*, under the banner of that little church in autumn, and with Myrtle’s precious picture reflecting back at me, I, too, was in tears–tears of missing her, yes, but mostly of joy….in being able finally to share Myrtle with others, and also in knowing that she is safe and happy with her Best Friend. I’m so very touched by your response, and thank you so much for reading. I think somebody has likely found a Myrtle in you!
Love
Lynn
Deidra, I can’t thank you enough for sharing your blogspace with me today so that I could share with your readers the life and legacy of my beloved friend, Myrtle. I can’t tell you how much I miss her or how much I loved her. Her humble demeanor and fervent passion for Jesus changed me in ways that will not be fully known until I see both her and my Savior face to face. Myrtle was African-Ameridan and I am Caucasian, but our hearts beat as one. I am especially grateful to you for permitting publication of this piece on your blog, because I so believe in what you are doing here, as you invite reconciliation in Christ in the Church. Thank you beyond words for your generosity.
Love
Lynn
Lynn, I’m so glad you thought of me as the place where you wanted to share Myrtle’s story. I’m delighted to host you (and Myrtle) here today! I’m sure my readers will enjoy this story as much as I have.
Peace to you, friend of mine.
Deidre, thank you for having Lynn here…tears. Just tears.
Oh Dawn, you are so sweet. Thank you!
xxoo
L
And peace to you, dear friend. God bless you.
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing this, Lynni — and Deidra!
Christin, I’m so glad that one dear friend got to read about another! Thanks for dropping by!
Love you (and Deidra)!
Lynni
Lynn~ What a beautiful testimony of friendship! I love how when two people love the LORD, there are no barriers: racial, socio-economic, educational, generational… This is a perfectly-written tribute to a godly woman. Thanks for sharing her — and your writing gift– with us here!
Karen, I’m so grateful for your words here and the time you took to “pen” them. You have captured exactly what I hoped that this piece would. True friendship in Christ knows no barriers. And what especially touched me just now as I wrote that is that friendship in CHrist will know no time-dimensional barriers either. It will exist throughout all eternity!! Wow! We can be so thankful to the Friend who unites friends eternally through Him! Gives me chills!
thanks for such a lovely comment, Karen, from such a gifted writer as you, who stoops low to glean His manna daily.
Love
Lynn
http://stoopingformanna.blogspot.com/
Karen, I had sent people to your blog, but this post on being READY is breathtatking:
http://stoopingformanna.blogspot.com/2014/09/ready_12.html
Lynni – Oh – you have told me about Myrtle, but to see her sweet face here, just warms my heart. What a warrior for Christ and an example to us all. What a blessed friend in Jesus you had in one another. I too have found that a relationship with Jesus levels all other barriers, an instantaneous bond that lasts forever occurs when we are sisters in Christ–no matter our differences in worldly measure. We “get” it from Jesus, don’t we? It is his gift of reconciliation that knows no boundaries, the upside down economy of Christ. What a blessing Myrtle was to you, an example of a faith that just “was” and an encouragement to stand firm in the truth of his hope. And now I have been blessed to see glimmers of that hope from Myrtle in you. Myrtle’s faith lives on. Love you Lynni<3
Kelly! Love you lady. I am off to get my eyes dilated. Ugh. I lament that reversal drops are no longer marketed! Sigh…..so just a quick check-in and thank-you-for-dropping-by, and I will be back as soon as I can. Thank you for your encouraging words.
Love
Lynni
You know that you would use the word “warrior,” Kelly, is interesting, because warrior Myrtle was–but in a quiet, yet powerful way. There is sometimes strength in quietness. Her demeanor was always one of quiet trust and prayer. But that you would use “warrior” just evoked another memory of Myrtle. She would always say to me, “Lynn, Satan is busy.” And then she would pray! This would be after my expressing some angst or complaint or fear. She would nail it in the sense of realizing that I was in a battle that I couldn’t physically see, and then she would go to prayer. Her prayers were lifelines to God for me. She knew Him so intimately. Yet, as you suggest, she was also so sweet and . . . ., humble. She had no idea how mighty she was; and maybe that is why God used her so powerfully. I love what you have said about barriers, Kelly. Yes, in the Lord they simply dissolve. If more knew Him, our world would not experience such unrest. Thank you for all you do to banish barriers. Love you so much.
Lynni
PS hope this makes sense. my pupils are wide after dilation, and I am wearing sunglasses, and can bearly see these words! Oh my!
Looky here… I love this… Of course you turned to Deidra… A woman who sets a large table for all to gather… I am still holding out that one day you will blog… I just saw one of my favorite writers… Mike Mason has joined the digital age!!! You just might be coming along too… And what a beautiful story…what a gift of friendship God gave you… Thanks for sharing!!!
Well, Ro, I remember that day so clearly several years ago when I read the links after Ann Voskamps blog where your beautiful sunflowers were blossoming! I wish she would consider doing that again, because it was just such a wonderful way to connect with other writers, so many reading her blog and all. AT ANY RATE! …. I love sunflowers and they hold spiritual signficance for me, so I gandered over to your place. And what beautiful writing and later, personal encouragement lay in store for me. I so appreciate you and your generosity. I can’t begin to tell you!
I do think I know Mike Mason (did he write a book about champagne and joy…..making that fun connection?) If this is he, I LOVE that book! Well, great to know there was hpe for his digitally inspired self and perhaps pour moi, yet another dinosaur! =] Love you so much, Miss Ro!
Lynn
What a wonderful story and tribute to a woman so close to God’s own heart. And what a blessing for you to be able to be shaped by the hand of God that was Myrtle. God sends His great ones before us so that we’ll learn not just where and why to run the race, but how to run it with honor.
Our Father also uses the words of others, like yours today, and always with humility and love, to remind us of where our path is that we’re to be on. Thanks for your obedience to share what God laid on your heart today, Lynn. I’ve lost track of my place lately…
Thanks. I’m deeply moved. Got tears in my eyes…
Oh my goodness, Floyd. Thank you so much for reading. If I could be shaped into a Myrlte mold, I would be praising the Lord. I have such a long way to go, but truly she has impacted me in ways that she never could have imagined. And even if she had, she would have taken no credit. She was a credit to the Lord, though. Just an amazing woman, and I am so glad that you see that. I know God has you on the track that leads to Him–that narrow track for sure, but also one surely not to derail. You are a dear friend and brother in the Lord, Floyd, and I appreciate your encouragement more than I can say. Readers would think the same were they to read your writing! http://theregoi.com/
Fondly,
Lynn
What a beautiful tribute and a treasure in your life, Lynn. I’m sure she is waiting to show you around Heaven some day when you are reunited… and think of all the glory she will have to sing about then! It is so true how even when someones mind and speech are unclear, God uses music to connect with them! I remember how my own mom would suddenly burst into music and sing out clearly when she could no longer speak in sentences… she only had to hear a favorite old musical and floodgates opened. Yes, I do believe that God keeps ongoing communication in the spirits of those who love Him, even when to the world it seems impossible. What a gift you had in Myrtle… and I think you were a gift to her too.
Pam, I so appreciate your taking the time to read here and especially to share these thoughts about your beloved mother and music. What a gift, indeed, she gave to you to hear heer sing in the midst of her physical difficulties. Truly, music is one of God’s greatest gifts to humanity–yet, it is the language of angels. Beautiful music, I’m convinced, has its genesis in heaven. And song is one of the most pure vehicles for bringing praise to the Father. I have sung for Alzheimer’s patients before, and yes, they can sing–often beautifully I think this makes God smile. Thank you so much for visiting, Pam. I know that you must always have a song on your lips, because you are so joyful!
Love
Lynni
Well, I guess i do sing a lot on my own. 😉 but never in front of others like you. I was just singing that beautiful hymn from the boys choir in “Bishop’s Wife” because it is running through my mind today – one of my favorites… I linked your story on my blog too… 🙂
Oh wow! Yes, I recall this. What is the hymn? I don’t have the movie handy. I know you sing beautifully, and how very kind of you to link. You are Deidra are so sweet. Thank you!
Love
Lynni
Lynni, what a beautiful story and tribute. Your writing is so touching. I could feel your love for Myrtle and the immense contribution she made to your life. This reminds me of the ‘Myrtle’ in my life. Her name was Fran and she was my dear friend during my early days as a Christian. She made herself available by phone each morning and invited me to call her as often as I wanted. I poured out my heart and she listened and then pointed me to God’s Word, before adding encouragement in her own words and from her experience. When she died I was filled to the brim with the Word of God. Now as an older woman myself I am able to mentor others, passing on what Fran gave to me.
Dearest Karen,
So lovely to see you here, and oh…..a Fran in your life! Everyone should have a FRan and a Myrtle, when they become Christians. We need the special friendship of another woman to help us navigate the new path on which God has us. Dont’ you love how you could just tell Fran *anything* and she would know how to counsel you from God’s Word and never judge you? Actually, we all still need friends like that, and you are that to me. And it has helped me that you also understand the writer’s road and have been willing to share your secrets, if you will. Your generosity knows no bounds. Thank you precious heartner!
xxoo
Lynni
Dear Lynn,
Your beautiful way with words is a testimony of His grace and truth in so many ways. Tears are streaming down my face. Don’t we all long for that one woman we can turn to for answers when we are babes and so long to see Jesus in our real lives and just aren’t quite there yet. What a legacy of love and powerful example to emulate in your friend, Myrtle. We should all have a friend like her…better still we should all BE a friend like that. May God give us grace to do exactly that, as as His will. So blessed , as always…by you. You may not have a blog, but , my dear when is the next book coming? Meanwhile your words bless many throughout the blogosphere (and I am sure beyond!). Love and thanks for continuing to bless with words in every thing you write, whether Guest Post, comment, reply or e-mail. Dawn
Oh Dawn, I’m so heartened and encouraged by these words! Tears! Yes! you *get* this. You get why I loved her so!!! I was most assuredly “not there” yet…….and in many ways still am not (you have read my book! Ugh). But what I loved about Myrtle is that I could tell her *anything* sans fear of reprimand or judgement or even shock. She just listened quietly, lovingly, and then took it to the Father or me to His Word. She would alwyas have an open Bible at the ready when I went to her house. I love your idea of BEING that kind of friend. I think you do that in so many ways and your blog is testimony to that. You say there how you were a coach, and I thknk that you still are!!! Thanks for how you coach and mentor me through all you write! And again, thank you for your most encouraging words!
Love
Lynn
So much I could say Lynn, but I want to start with thank you; thank you for telling the story of this great saint and her love for the Savior. Her life story testifies to the kind of faith the woman of God I want to emulate in devotion, trust, prayer, intercession and friendship. I was particularly touched by your sitting down to play “What a Friend” for your friend at the end of her earthly days. I know surely His Presence was heavy upon all, and mighty in Myrtle as she opened her mouth to sing once again to the Friend she would soon see face to face.
And thank you, Deidra, for the table you have set here for Lynn and others, for the passionate woman of God you are. We are grateful that you and Lynn are mighty women of God in this age. Lead on my friend, lead on.
Deanne, I have seen your sweet, smiling face so often in comments, and what a joy to see you here! I am so touched that you would take the time to read and to comment. Thank you! Oh! that you would want to emulate Myrtle! I can’t begin to tell you how much that blesses me. Myrtle passed away in the early nineties, and I have always wanted to share her story, but just didn’t have a way to do it. I’m so grateful to Deidra…..and to people like you who are reading about her and loving her still. I’m glad that the Lord has allowed me to give you just a glimpse into her precious life. I h ope that whenever you hear “What a Friend,” you will be reminded of her and also about how very precious your friendship is with Jesus. He loves you so.
Deanne, You know when you told darling Deidra to lead on, I suddenly remembered the lyrics to “Lead On, O King Eternal,” and connected that idea of being a warrior that Kelly Greer expressed below. Deidra, you, all of use who name the name of Christ, need to lead on to victory in Him. Myrtle has done this and now enjoying her eternal reward. She has cast her crown at His feet! Praise Him!
Lead on, O King eternal,
We follow, not with fears.
For gladness breaks like morning
Where’er Thy face appears.
Thy cross is lifted o’er us;
We journey in it’s light.
The crown awaits the conquest,
Lead on, O God of might
What an amazing woman! Thank you for sharing her with us, Lynn.
Hi Lyli (what a lovely name!)
You are sooo welcome. I’m honored that you would take the time to read about my precious friend. Amazing is the perfect word for her, though as I had said similarly below, she would never have thought of herself in those terms. Perhaps her humility is what endeared her to me the most. Thank you again for loving my friend.
Lynn
What a precious story Lynn, so glad Deidra shared it and you with us. We all need Myrtles in our lives. As a matter of fact, I’m writing about that tonight. *wink*
Shelly, I always so much appreciate your love and encouragement, and you are so, so right: We all need our Myrtles (actually women and men, alike). You would have loved her. And I will tell you where she lived, and being from St. Louis, you may recall. We attended Grace Methodist Church (near Wash U and Forest Park), and she lived in a house on Waterman. It was an old brick on a treelined street; but I felt as if I were entering a sanctuary! (And your writing for me is like that–sanctuary stuff!) Can’t wait to read about your Myrtle!
So much love to you!
Lynn
Very well written.
What a privilege was yours to share those moments with Myrtle.
And how very eloquently you shared those precious memories with us here.
so beautiful.
Hi Tonya,
I’m so touched by your gracious remarks here, and that you obviously understand the depths to which this precious saint of God touched my soul. I’ve been really teary here today reading about people’s reactions to this beloved and strong woman of God whose story Ive wanted to share for years. Little do we know, do we, the ramifications our lives can have on others–long after we have left our earthly domicile. Oh, just think: We’ll all be singing What a Friend together in person one day! Thanks so much for visiting.
Love
Lynn
Just beautiful. I would love to have met Myrtle. What a gift Jesus gave you Lynn, in Myrtle and with words. I think I will take up singing that hymn more often, while I do the dishes or paint. 🙂
Kathy,
Thank you so much for this lovely (and generous!) response, and how I wish you could have met Myrtle too. You would have loved her, and I’m sure, she, you! Actually, I can picture that you would have sung What a Friend in harmony, as you did dished, and she dried. She never owned a dishwasher (and she never complained). And if we are singing to our Lord, it’s hard to complain, right? Thank you for dropping by!
Love
Lynn
Lynn, Myrtle sounds absolutely precious. How wonderful to have just such a heroine.Thank you for sharing this beautiful story–it makes me love you more. I’m grateful that Deidra gave you this space to share and humbled by your gentle story.
Sweet Laura,
Thank you for acknowedging Myrtle’s preciousness, because indeed, that is just what she was. That you could feel that means the world to me. I wanted everyone to know her, and I’m sure you know Myrtles in your life (and you in theirs) who have made such a difference. Say, Laura, can you just picture Myrtle on a swing?! =] Jesus truly was her friend, and I sense she experience great pleasure in His presence.
And three cheers for our friend Deidra. What a generous (and courageous) spirit has she!
Love
Lynn
Myrtle on a swing must have been just delightful. ;). I’m guessing she did. And she really did–fly into the arms of Jesus. Just thinking this is making me smile 🙂
Lynni- Your tribute to Myrtle makes me want to sing out What a Friend YOU are to pen such a beautiful portrait of what it means to be spiritual mothers for each other…I hope you win the contest. Love and hugs-Kel
Kel, thank you so much for these kind words. I love that: “spiritual mothers”! It’s the really living out of Titus 2, isn’t it? When I used What a Friend as the title, it’s obviously a play on meaning: Jesus was Myrtel’s friend (and ours), and she, too, was my friend. But I could have easily have said What a Spiritual Mother, when applied to her. And thank *you* for being my sister in Christ and all things collage and journal! Muchlove
Lynni
Lynn,
Thank you, much, for this. Not only is it a beautiful tribute to a beautiful woman, but also a timely comfort and encouragement to me personally this morning in more ways than I could adequately express here. God bless you, sister!
oh my goodness. Thank you so much, Sylvia. What beautiful words to being *my* day. Thank you. This touches me deeply, because I wrote this piece about Myrtle a # of years ago. She died in the early nineties. I just never had a home for it, and beautiful Deidra has opened hers to me and to us all. I am a firm believer in God’s sovereignty. Maybe He held this back just so you could read i t now, in this time, this place. I’m privileged to know it ministered to you so personally. Thank you.
May God give you a Myrtle, and may you be one.
Love
Lynn
Lynn. I really loved this tribute to your friend. . Beautiful writing. I have a Shirley I my life who Walked w/ me through the loss of my brother and taught me about grieving and re-setting my faith after that loss.
And what is a “Certified Journal Facilitator”. Can other people be one too? I believe in the power of journaling. Shirley taught me to “pray at the point if a pen” and it changed my life.
Oh my goodness, Carol..what a potent (and gracious!) repsonse. More later. Heading for the shower and a zillion tasks today, but I will address this, b/c you are speaking my passion here–friends and JOURNALING! More later, and thank you for these kind words!
Love
Lynn
Carol, thank you again for your generous words. They deeply touched me, especially when I read about your dear brother. I can only get a tiny glimpse into what you feel, because my dear brother has had so many difficulties, and at times I have feared for his life. I’m just so sorry about your brother, and so glad you have Shirley. God gives us wonderful friends to lift us up when we experience heartache. I’m so glad she has been there for you. I have a shirley, too–in her late 80s. How I adore her. She knew Myrtle, in fact! =] As for journaling, I received my certification after a rigorous three-year training course under the direct supervision of one of the world’s leading pioneers in the field of journal therapy, Kathleen (Kay) Adams. She is a best-selling author, speaker, psychotherapist, and college prof (just to name some)! She is also one of the brighest, most compassionate women I know and hands-down THE BEST facilitator with whom I have ever worked. Believe me, journal facilitation (or any faciliation) is an art form. Kay is not a Christian, but she warmly welcomes Christians at her table. I went through her training, and occasionally there was something that didn’t resonate (or possibly with which I disagreed), and then I just moved on. No big deal. Her teaching is sound and helpful and she knows the beauty of journaling to transform a life. Add the Lord to that mix, and journaling is used as a vehicle to draw you closer to Him and to change your life eternally. Kay is the founder of The Center for journal Therapy, and the courses I took are for the lay person, though she has a track for therapists. That said, I worked my tail off. I wanted a program that was challening and that would definitely take me to the next professional level, beyond my little “homemade” classes. Most of the work with Kay is done online at home and also involves you writing your own journaling curricula, but you do need to go to Denver at least once I believe to work directly with her (though I’ve been four times. I love Kay and her program that much). I would highly recommend it. Kay very much believes in teaching you skills that will translate into your own situation. For me, it is teaching Christian women. Kay’s work has been invaluable in helping me to design curricula and to know how to facilitate groups. I can’t begin to tell you the extent to whichI have seen lives literally transform before my life when women pick up their pens and write to God! If you want to email me ([email protected]), I’d be happy to answer any questions. In the meantime, I’ll link you to Kay, and also to author/speaker Carol Kent’s latest (wonderful!) book, Unquenchable, where she asked me to share my story about how God drew me back to Him through journaling after a time of drought. I also describe one of my journaling classes in that book. Carol, I wish you godspeed as you journal unto the Lord and write what I call your “love letters to Him”! Thank you again for asking! Whew! I’ve written you a book!
Love
Lynn
http://journaltherapy.com/
http://www.amazon.com/Unquenchable-Wildfire-Faith-Endure-Anything/dp/0310330998/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1412879325&sr=1-2&keywords=unquenchable
A lovely story, beautifully told. Thank you, Lynn. And thank you, Deidra for hosting her here. What an amazing friend Myrtle was!
Diana, you are a writer and thinker whom I greatly respect, so when I see you here, I feel gratitude. I’m so glad you enjoyed reading about Myrtle. Yes, Yes! Amazing is the word for her. For truly she was that, and what is simply amazing me now is the privilege that the Lord has afforded me through Deidra’s kindness to share Myrtle with kind friends so many years after her passing. I always wanted a home for her story, and now we’re all coming home together. Thanks for taking your seat here with such words of welcome!
Love
Lynn
What a blessing to have a faithful and wise friend in Myrtle! Your description of her makes her vividly alive in my mind. Thank for sharing her with us Lynn. <3
Dear Caryn (what a pretty name spelling),
Oh…..that you are picturing her in your mind’s eye, I’m thinking, also means you are sensing her in your heart, because she was such an endearing lady. Truly, you would have loved her. I can’t tell you what a joy it has been for me to relive these precious memories and finally to have had a place to share Myrtle. And who knows who reads and doesn’t even comment? That’s the beauty of the Internet. It’s so far-reaching. But I am glad you took a moment to share, yourself.
God bless you, Caryn with a C! =]
Lynn
Perhaps I can so vividly “see” Myrtle because I had an angel of a great-aunt that sounds so very much like her Lynn. Just reading your description of Myrtle made me smile. My Aunt Dee lived to be just 4 months short of her 100th birthday. She played a huge role in saving my life (literally) and as far as I know, when I was a teen, she was the only Christian in my family (immediate or extended). She never knew a stranger and I’ll just bet Dee and Myrtle are up in heaven right this minute having rich conversations about Jesus and how He fixes everything! Lovingly, Caryn with a C 🙂
Oh, Caryn ( C!! 🙂 )
I had great aunts like that and also an aunt who spoke such truth and grace into my life. I have a feeling their is an auntie party in heaven, and this includes Myrtle. How I would love to be in on those conversations with our Savior and them now. We have such wonderful experiences in store, dont’ we? I’m so glad you had a saint like Aunt Dee in your life!
Love
Lynn