My Teacher...

Today I attended a memorial service for my friend Cynthia Wheat.  And while I am saddened by the loss, I'm encouraged that she is in heaven with my Lord even now.  Cynthia would call me her teacher; and I never understood how I could teach someone who was more experienced then I in ALL areas of life.  We studied the Bible together, looked deeper, prayed harder.  And while I can no longer be in her presence, I feel her legacy with every part of my being.  She encouraged me to always ask questions, never give up, always be honest and genuine. 

I wrote a note to Cynthia, which I never had the chance to give to her...this is a little of how it went...

Dear Cynthia,
Thank you for loving me.  Thank you for making me feel beautiful and intelligent.  I pray that I could have the ounce of strength you have; I believe you have the strength to move the mountains.  You've left such an impact on me, and I wanted to tell you that you not only have an effect on your family, but on the all the people that come in contact with you.  I pray for you and your daughters always, thank you for showing me how to love harder...I love you, MY teacher...

We may hope to have impact on other people's live, but more times then not, it's the others who impact on us...Cynthia showed me how to have strength despite adversity, to say, "I love you," more often, and to embrace everyone around me...she may have thought I was her teacher, but in fact, it was her who was mine...

I love you sweet friend, I'll see youone day in paradise...

Love and Peace,

G