Struggling Well With Life

We lost a saint.  Bobbie was not bound by any wheelchair in her efforts for the kingdom.  We were talking at dinner the other night about Bobbie, and how she had an amazing knack to get into your life through conversation.  Terri was her hairdresser, and would house call at Bobbies for a cut and style.  If you have ever been to Bobbie’s you know that there were often others coming and going.  No one got out of there without being probed about their relationship with Christ.  On one visit, the cable guy was there, and the first question was “where do you go to church”, and then the conversation went from there - as it usually does.  What a great humbling reminder of Christ’s pursuit for the lost!  The church can’t afford to lose folks like Bobbie, so we have some shoes to fill.  I am thrilled to know that Bobbie stands whole today with Jesus, but I wish we would have had more time.