This week has given me many opportunities for reflection. A dear sweet friend and co-worker passed from this life into the next on Sunday morning @ 8:00am. And at 8:00:01am she opened them in the presence of God. This is what I believe and it is not up for debate.
As I have gone through my week thinking of her at every turn, my days have been filled with smiles and laughter, a few tears but only because of the kind remembrances of her and the unselfish life she led.
She leaves behind a beautiful family with hearts filled with wonderful memories and wisdom only a woman of God can instill in the lives of her children.
I have reflected on how this woman born in the Ukraine came to be a part of God’s plan in my life. I am a city girl from the Southern United States and she a beautiful woman from a small farming village in Russia. Only God could have seen how we needed one another for this season of our lives.
I have heard it said that people come into our lives for a moment, a season or a lifetime. You would think that the person who comes into our life for a lifetime would make the biggest impact on us. But I do not believe that to always be the case.
There are those people who come into our lives and they make an impression. They can either make a good impression or a bad impression. But impressions are easily forgotten as time passes.
There are those individuals who come into our life and they make a mark. A mark sticks with you longer than an impression. When I think of a mark I think of a scar. Scars are made by cutting into our flesh, they hurt and make us bleed. Some marks are deeper than others but they heal, the pain goes away and eventually you are left with a faded mark. There are good scars and not so good scars…A good scar could be one left from a surgical procedure that saved your life or delivered your child into your loving arms. A bad scar…there are too many to mention…
Then there are those who come into our lives and leave a stain. They pour themselves out all over us and when they are no longer with us we see a reflection of them in our own lives. I realize there are good stains as well as bad stains…A bad stain that comes to mind is red wine spilled on white carpet…A good stain is the perfect walnut stain applied to a beautiful hand crafted wooden cabinet. To better illustrate my point here is the definition of how “staining” works;
“The primary method of stain formation is surface stains, where the staining substance is spilled out onto the surface or material and is trapped in the fibers, pores, indentations, or other capillary structures on the surface. The material that is trapped coats the underlying material, and the stain reflects back light according to its own color.”
My sweet beautiful friend was a “stainer”…she stained everyone she met with her color. She didn’t just spill a little of herself into your life, she poured herself into your life. It was subtle and sweet. Her intentions were always meant for good. Her grace and goodness had a way of making you stop and realize how blessed we were just to be standing up, walking around, able to work…my sweet beautiful friend seeped into my pours, she filled every indentation of my being with warmth and love.
This is one stain I will never try to remove or cover up…it is the stain of love.
Other Reflections of Love:
Reflections from a Cloudy Mirror
This Man’s Journey
Christine M Grote