This is a memory of my mother from one of her friends she made in the last years of her life. Thanks Lynn.



She knew no strangers. You only had to meet her once to know she was extraordinary.  She had a special way of making everyone feel like they were her new, very best friend. Looking back, it seems fitting that we first met at what I thought was a Meet Fest, a potluck hosted by our pastors, Joseph and Christy (her son and daughter in law) who had recently moved here from Virginia. I quickly discovered when I arrived with broccoli salad in hand, that it was all about the homonym, MEAT. Thankful for grace, I was allowed in despite this major rules violation.

She and I soon discovered we had much in common. We loved Jesus, we loved her family (our pastors), we loved to garden, we loved preserving the harvest and we loved pawing through bins at the Goodwill Outlet store to find the treasures everybody else could live…

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