We Call Her Kat
I remember her garments of assigned spiritual gifts.
I remember her beautiful fashions and modeling shows.
I remember the first book she wrote and published.
I could never forget her Gospel meetings.
Her magazine was an unforgettable magazine.
In one sense, one could reckon her garments to be
permeated with a fruit of the spirit; and putting on
a garment could symbolize putting on a spiritual fruit.
This was indeed an art form, poetry walking across a stage.
Yes, I call to remembrance those fruitful and
productive years. That picture of the little boy
on the cover of 'Hope Magazine' was priceless, and
it spoke volumes. If I can remember all these things
about Kat, I have no doubt that it is impossible for God
to forget her and her unique brand of Christian ministry.
I also remember her adversities, challenges, and trials.
I cannot forget her illnesses nor her walking through the
valley of the shadow of death. None of God's servants has
ever been put on the shelf in the way we deem 'on the shelf'.
God is Sovereign and works in mysterious ways, His wonders to
perform. God is not one to be locked into a form or pushed into a
corner. Truly, like the song says, He is always working. Whether we
find ourselves on a shelf, or on a stage communicating Christ, or flying
across the sea to reach lost souls, God is always working. Furthermore,
God is presently working in, with, for, and through Kat. Also, you and me.
082422PS
Tribute to a fashion designer
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2022
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