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LOAD Day 26 Miss you...
Sandra was a single woman of 54 always had immaculate hair, nails and clothing. No children, but in full time ministry. And she gave it her all as South Texas Women’s Ministries Director for the Assemblies of God. But one day she met a man. They became good friends and then married. Early in their courtship, they were talking on the phone and he was out of town at the time. So they spent many hours talking on the phone. They were conversing and he said what are you doing and she said she was getting her nails done. And he asked well, what color are we having today? And she replied “I’m not really a waitress!” Thirty three months later after they had a beautiful Texas wedding with red cowboy boots and a white dress, and had a wonderful marriage and ministry together, she was taken home much quicker than we all thought she should have been when the car she was riding in was rear ended by a box truck and she was instantly face to face with her Lord. At her funeral, her husband told of this story about the nail polish. It really ws her signature polish. I went out and found it and have worn it ever since. It is no ordinary polish, but one that speaks to me of a dear friend who sat beside me and we planned all the graphics for her ministry. I knew the colors she loved and those she chose not to use. I knew her style and what not to try with her. I loved it when I could hit the nail on the head the first time with her graphics. I miss her dearly, my friend, my sister and my dear Women’s Ministries leader.
LOAD Day 26 Miss you...
Sandra was a single woman of 54 always had immaculate hair, nails and clothing. No children, but in full time ministry. And she gave it her all as South Texas Women’s Ministries Director for the Assemblies of God. But one day she met a man. They became good friends and then married. Early in their courtship, they were talking on the phone and he was out of town at the time. So they spent many hours talking on the phone. They were conversing and he said what are you doing and she said she was getting her nails done. And he asked well, what color are we having today? And she replied “I’m not really a waitress!” Thirty three months later after they had a beautiful Texas wedding with red cowboy boots and a white dress, and had a wonderful marriage and ministry together, she was taken home much quicker than we all thought she should have been when the car she was riding in was rear ended by a box truck and she was instantly face to face with her Lord. At her funeral, her husband told of this story about the nail polish. It really ws her signature polish. I went out and found it and have worn it ever since. It is no ordinary polish, but one that speaks to me of a dear friend who sat beside me and we planned all the graphics for her ministry. I knew the colors she loved and those she chose not to use. I knew her style and what not to try with her. I loved it when I could hit the nail on the head the first time with her graphics. I miss her dearly, my friend, my sister and my dear Women’s Ministries leader.