Mary Lee taught my children to fish. Her life's shadow crosses over ours daily. As we approach her birthday on the thirteenth of this month, it's one day in a string of many's that we will love and celebrate her.
Saturday, March 7, 2015
It's been over a year since I've written in Field Lily Press. I would now consider titling this post, "Missing You Too Many Times to Count!" My dear heaven-found friend, Mary Lee has since established her forever home in the Lord's presence, and I cannot even imagine how awesome and wonderful it is. For all of the things that Mary Lee endured in her life of which I have no clue, they're forever in the past. For the things that I knew of that I couldn't control or fix, those too are a vapor. All things are in perspective now and she sees things through the eyes of total healing and perfection. Praise God for that, is all I can say. To my dearest friend whom I miss, every hour spent with you and for you and on your behalf, it was worth it all. I would do it all over again, yes, every suffering portion and joy shared, many times over. You lived so well. You walked so well. You friended beyond what anyone could ever hope or ask for. Thank you. To and for God alone be the glory, forever and ever, Amen.