Letter To My Centurion Friend
Dear Mary
I arose from bed this morning with you in mind.
While awake and still in bed, I reminisced the years
we shared and the JOY you brought to so many lives.
You were always delightful and 'pure JOY' to be around.
I reflected upon your 97th birthday celebration that
I was privileged to attend and recalled the visit with
you in the nursing home. That was 3 or 4 years ago, and I have longed to see you since. But then came
COVID-19 in 2020, and we were not able to see you again.
Why, there are many things that I could say, but I will
settle for simply two more treasured jewels about you.
My wife knew you first and spoke often and lovingly of you.
I tell you Mary, I loved you before I knew you. And then,
the privilege was all mind when I met you. Your face of grace
arrested me, and the loving spirit of your presence captured me.
There was something you usually said each time we visited with you
that most overwhelmed me. You would say, "I don't know why The Lord
has me here for so long". Mary, my dear friend, I suspect the reasons
are numerous, but none ring out more to me than the JOY I see
in you and the Spirit of Christ projected from your entire being.
Would to God that there were more centurions like you.
Your Friend,
Sitruc
072622PSCtest, A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE, Brian Strand
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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