Clay in the Hands

I had a dear friend take leave of this world yesterday.  She was 90 years old, in fact, just a few days away from turning 91.  The last year has been difficult for her, but if you met her prior to becoming so sick, you would have not guessed her age by her actions.  She was always going – always doing – always being.

The first time I met Butch we clicked right off the bat.  She was sitting in a Bible study on Sunday morning and I was being introduced to the class as a potential for the new associate pastor for the church.  She wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on and had a frown on her face about something.  Neither before meeting her nor since have I ever done this but for whatever reason, I walked over to her and said playfully, “This is what you look like.”   And then I made a sour face at her.  Instead of clocking me with her purse, we became lasting friends.

Not many people come along in your life who have a real impact and truly win your heart.  But Butch was that kind of person for me.

I will miss her but I will never forget.  She had dedicated her life to helping people and she inspires me still to this day to try and do the same.

What a character!  What a lady!  What a friend!

See ya’ on the other side Butch!