See, most of you didn’t read that in the same tone that I did.
Because I knew this phenomenal woman. Her catch phrase, “Mercy,” along with “Oh My Word,” has stuck with me for years, in one specific tone of voice.
She was one of the most highly regarded role models in my life, next to my mom. She did life in such a way as to show Christ in every move. Every step was taken with an air of confidence in who she was, not because of who she was, but because of Christ who lives within her.
Never doing things “half-baked” is something I will always take to heart. She never did something only halfway, but put forth full effort, whether it was making dinner for the crew or getting a child with a learning disability the proper accommodations. She was a bulldozer for the things she believed in, and that is one of the things I admire most about her.
She carried an air of calm deliberation, of sure knowledge of her purpose and what God had called on her life. She ran in pursuit of that calling, and usually drug three or four people with her, whether they wanted to go or not. That was another thing I admired, her inclusiveness. She always brought as many as wanted to go, fed as many as were hungry, and her hospitality knew no bounds.
I will never pretend to understand why her life was cut so short, but I do know this. I am thankful beyond measure to have known and been influenced by this amazing woman of God. Today is a day of remembering and appreciating the impact she had on myself, my family, and the community.
Thank you Mrs. Terri. We miss you.