She told me of how as a very young girl she was a willing and serving child of God. She taught me that while you enjoy the mountain top experiences with God, there are many hurting valley of tears. Today I am saddened that my children are not fortunate enough to have their Grand Mother around for a little while longer, to teach them what she taught me. Yet I am confident that they will be well reminded that their grandmother was a very special and unique woman, who never gave up, even when life was steep and rugged, she persevered and pursued her course with great faith and determination.

 

The sweet and gentle fragrance of this flower of God still lingers in the nostrils of all who crossed her path. Though sometimes the petals are pulled off a flower, leaving pain in its wake, the sweet fragrance from a crushed petal always rises up. This was the life of my dear mother-in-law.

 

When sickness invaded her body and it seemed like now this flower was crushed, what rose up once again, was not a foul smelling revenge of anger or unbelief BUT rather the sweet scent of her FAITH and trust in The God of The Most High - Arthie Parashakthie, who has complete control - THE MORE THE CRUSHING, THE MORE THE FRAGRANCE!

 

We do not see this flower any longer but her fragrant aroma cannot be ignored! Thank you for caring and sharing.

 

GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN

Your daughter-in-law, Priscilla