Sister Baldwin sat across the aisle from me. She wore a blue dress with small white daisies. Her white hair was pulled into a tight bun and her Bible rested on her lap. She is imprinted in my mind.
She taught me the stories of Moses, Noah and Ruth. The flannel graphs laid across the board and coloring pages hung from the wall. She showed us Jesus in that tiny Sunday School room.
As I grew older, so did she and her small frame in the pew across the aisle grew frail and tired.
Over the years, my mind would wander as the sermons trailed on. I often gazed over toward Sister Baldwin and the other ladies who sat beside her. That group of widows faithfully kept their place in the pews that once held their husbands and children.
I sat as a little girl kicking my feet and wondered to myself:
- How old are they?
- How many children have they taught?
- Did they teach my mom?
- What do they do all day?
- How many times have they read that Bible?
These were thoughts of a young girl gazing at the faithful living their lives for Jesus.
In this last month, two of my home church pastors have gone on to their reward. Times like these always bring me around to legacy. Their legacy is living on the lives they touched. Those pastors now sit in the bleachers, cheering us on!
My mom is in those bleachers along with the ladies across the aisle from me…Sister Bessie, Sister Treese, Sister Sorenson and Sister Vickers. Sisters of the faith.
I would love to sit with them now and hear their stories and ask them questions. How many miles of trial and storms rocked their world and shaped their faith?
All of those women shaped and molded my young life. Without them knowing, a young girl watched them faithfully attend that small church in my hometown. I listened as they sang their hymns of praise and I watched through peeking eyes as they prayed prayers of faith.
I wonder now,
- What is my legacy?
- How am I affecting the young lives who sit in my church?
- Do they gaze over and think similar thoughts as I once had?
- Are my miles of trail and storms shaping the faith of those watching from across the aisles?
Lord, help me to live faithfully, love passionately and pray with fervency and faith so that young ones gazing over will see Jesus woven in, out and through my life lived for You. ~ Amen
Jump on into the conversation:
- Who has shaped your life with their legacy of faith?
- How can we shape the lives of those watching us?
We are linking up with the ladies of Five Minute Friday. Our lovely hostess, Kate Motaung gives us a word prompt and we all link up over here to see what pours out. Today’s word prompt: BLUE. Sister Baldwin’s dress just kept lingering in my mind and this is what spilled out. I hope it’s an encouragement to you. Happy Friday to you!