For Virginia: Virginia and I did not really care for each other when we were younger. We did not have a lot in common, and we definitely did not see eye to eye on some issues. But the one thing I do remember from those days is that Virginia was a fiercely loyal friend to those she did like and cherish. During our high school years, Virginia heard that I was talking trash about Tammy Smith Davis, so she called me up and chewed me a new one. Called me every name in the book and threatened to beat me up. (And I probably was talking badly about Tammy because I didn’t really like her either.) Virginia was always a tiny petite thing and though I wasn’t huge by any means in high school, I could have probably sat on her and crushed her delicate bones, but NO, she scared the crap out of me so I promised never to say another bad thing about Tammy again. Many many years later, Virginia and I ran into each other and discovered that each of us was pregnant. She was around 28 and I was 25. We chatted over the joys and pains of being pregnant and then went our separate ways. Virginia and I delivered Micah and Mackenzie about a month apart. When Virginia found out that I gave birth to a redhead, you would have thought that I had given birth to slice bread. She was more excited than I was I think. She began to tell me about all of the struggles and heartaches Mackenzie would face for being redheaded. As she talked, I thought to myself, “What in the world is this girl saying??? Struggles? Heartaches? For being beautiful????” Because even in the days when I didn’t hold much esteem for Virginia, I always thought she was uniquely beautiful. As Mackenzie grew, I began to understand the things Virginia told me, and I would pass on her words of encouragement to Mackenzie, and just like Virginia, my Mackenzie is uniquely beautiful. From the time our girls were born, Virginia and I became friends. Not bosom buddies by any means but in the past 16 years, I can honestly say that if I would have asked for her help in any way, she would have done all she could to help. Then like me, Virginia had children much later in life and that gave us something else in common and something else to bond over each time we saw each other. Even though these times were seldom, she would always asked after my family and especially about Mackenzie (truly caring about what I had to say). I do not presume to know the relationship that Virginia had with our Lord and Savior. I cannot even begin to guess what is in someone else’s heart concerning matters of spirituality but if the world thinks that she was separated from Him here on this earth, I believe she is with him now. Because despite my church doctrines, I do feel that God reserves special places for those who have never had a chance to develop a relationship with him for whatever reasons. Whether it’s religious doctrine that has been ingrained in us from childhood or whether it’s demons that take control of our lives and don’t let go or whether it’s physical, mental or emotional problems that keep us from Him, I believe that God is merciful, just and fair and takes all things into consideration. I am confident that Virginia is healthy and whole and at peace now in His loving arms. RIP Virginia and know that you will be missed!
Posted on: Wed, 23 Jul 2014 15:04:38 +0000
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