Arthur Reynolds
Phillip and Wayne, I feel for your loss of your mother. The memories of her are many, and all are fond.
How many went through Bible School week with her? How many shared a pew as she passed out pencils so we could doodle to keep up quiet? How many shared a pot-luck meal with corn, green beans, or tomatoes from her garden? We will never know how many she touched in her lifetime.
I remember sitting in the pew next to her many times, close because I was one of the more squirmy ones, and her small but calloused hands quieting me with a soft touch. I also remember the many times in her Sunday school class as she patiently taught.
How wonderful was it for her to close her eyes in one moment and greet the face of her savior in the next? How much joy did she have when she embraced her Wayne again?
Though the flesh will miss her, my soul will see her again.
Thank you Phillip and Wayne for sharing your mother with us.

