Memories

She kept a purpose in front of her. Not occasionally, and not only in the parts of life that get called ambition — continuously. When one thing was finished she would look for the next one, rather than sit for a day without something to be doing.

The goal was often small. It could be a piece of household work, or a practical family responsibility that needed seeing through. It could just as easily be devotional — taking up the reading of a devotional book, with a particular family member’s welfare in mind.

She carried a constant concern that everyone in the family should be well and should get on in life. Not just her own household — everyone.

She would keep turning over what could be done for them, and do whatever was actually within her reach. When there was nothing she could do directly, she would still do something: take up a devotional reading, or say prayers, for that person or for their children.

Her blessings did not stop at her own sons. She thought in terms of the whole line ahead — grandchildren, their children, and further still — and wished all of them well.