Today was Rosie's memorial service. I was struck, as often happens at memorials, with some insight for living. People are not what you see for the most part. I've always regarded Rosie as a frail lady who on occasion needed help. A ride to the hospital, some help cleaning house, the fireplace fixed, some fire wood. But today Bob Diekes got up and shared at length about how Rosie, herself, was out helping the homeless. Also, I've always thought of Rosie as, well not much of a reader or prone to study. Turns out she has for years been reading and studying her bible. She had such a passion for understanding God's word, that she was working on scripture memory verses just shortly before she died. Bob also shared how she had written a paper on discipleship, and how she took seriously her ministry of intercessory prayer. Cliff Wools told of how Rosie attended church and bible study faithfully even when she had to manage oxygen tanks and a wheel chair, and once even an IV.
If this is but a glimpse of who Rosie was before the Lord, how differently she must have appeared to Him than to me. I've been fooled by this frail frame, and never knew of the spiritual warrior's physique she actually sported in the eyes of the only one who really sees us for who we are.
