I am stunned and in shock this morning, as our small community is reeling, shaken to the core by the sudden death of one of our dearest.
As we struggle to make sense of it all, our sweet Burma is dancing with Jesus.
I got the tearful phone call early last evening, and my fears were confirmed a few hours later. It's the worst part of my job ministry as office administrator, being the bearer of sad news to our church family. We are truly a FAMILY, bound together by faith, and Burma and Dick are an integral part of it.
Details are still sketchy and really don't matter much at this point. A head-on collision...Burma did not suffer, probably never knew what hit her...Dick surviving but with multiple injuries and a long road of recovery ahead.
So many Dick-and-Burma memories over the years...we've eaten at their home and they've been guests at ours. When they were younger and able, Burma and Dick loved to dance (they even have a ballroom floor in their house!) and she and I did some clogging together when we were new friends. Dick and Kim have spent countless hours gardening together at church. Burma helped design and Dick built many pieces of rustic furniture for our cabin. When Dad died, Dick handcrafted a flag case for Mama, and he and Burma delivered it to Mama one special afternoon. Beautiful people with hearts of gold! Burma was a dedicated reader of "Not-Quite-Country Girl" and enjoyed keeping up with my shenanigans and adventures.
I love them. We all do.
Just Sunday evening, I sat across the table from this sweet couple at our small group study and Burma shared her wisdom about God's grace. I will never forget that...what a wonderful and fitting last memory of her. Her Bible was dog-eared and well-read, Burma always eager to glean more from God's Holy Word. She loved everyone she met, and everyone loved her...she was just one of those classy ladies that you couldn't help but adore. Her prayer list was a mile long and she prayed faithfully, daily and passionately, for every single one. Burma prayed and loved me through my cancer ordeal and always had a hug and a smile and a compliment for me, despite living with constant and agonizing back pain that she's struggled with the 25+ years I've known her.
No more suffering, no more smiling through excruciating pain...her back is now strong and healthy, her feet are light and nimble again, and her smile is adding its brilliance to Heaven's.
Those of us left behind are grieving mightily today. But our sweet, precious Burma is...
...dancing with Jesus.