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A Christian I Once Knew 2

I was newly hired at her place of employment. My office was not yet prepared for occupancy, so I shared an office with my superior. It happened 30 years ago and although I was a much younger man, I find it hard to believe some of the things I did. I was a man of 39, never realizing how blind I was about matters of human relations. Thanks to a dear one named Harriet , I repented and turned from the error of my ways. No, she was not the super saintly type and did not ware a Halo, nor did she rush to say hello. But yes, she was indeed a Christian lady. One afternoon as I was busy arranging and organizing items on the desk I shared with our boss, Harriet, his secretary, entered the office and catching me in the very act, she said to me "what are you doing?" A quick response from me provoked a stern remark from her, " You have no right to redesign his desk and office". No further comment was necessary. I should have known better. A life lesson of privacy was quickly taught by a Christian lady I once knew. It was the first of two gifts I treasured from Harriet during my six year tenure. The second gift she gave to me was a book entitled "My utmost for his highness" which is a devotional among the best in the world and highly valued by me. she autographed the Book with a note to me in her words- " To remember me by". I tell you, I needed nothing to aid with the remembrance of Harriet, for she was a jewel, a pearl of great price, a treasure hidden in a field, a breath of fresh air, a cup of water in the desert. Some years later, I received word that she was fighting cancer in the hospital. When I visited her, she was sleeping and slowly dying. I sat with her in the room, just she and i, recalling her gift of words to me in our boss' office and The devotional she gave to me that I so deeply treasure. I tell you, some people enter and exit our lives rather briefly, leaving a gold mine of precious memories. 092619PS *HS

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