"Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing." James 1:2-4
This evening I was blessed with crossing paths with someone that I haven't seen for going on two years now. We work in the same place and yet I sadly didn't know if she was still working or even if she was still alive or not. As is typical, we both went our separate ways in life and lost track of one another. With Thanksgiving being tomorrow and after seeing and enjoying her wonderful company tonight, I feel I must share her story here on this diverse, complicated blog site. So without further ado:
The last time I had seen her, she had been wearing a bandana on her head to hide her baldness, her voice was almost gone, and she had to whisper for me to come into the office. This woman who was a kick butt security officer, she now struggled to walk the mere five steps to the door. But this is all jumping ahead, it all starts as most stories do, not when I last saw her, but I when I first saw her...
I had been working the night shift in the coffee shop, finishing up all the last minute things, cleaning the coffee pots and scrubbing the floors, etc... you know, all those thrilling things we do to make up for the job title of Barista that we get stuck with. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, this security officer I hadn't met walked in and had the boldness to say to me "Do you need to use the restroom?" My jaw dropped I'm sure. I looked at her dumbfounded and knew immediately that she must have been an angel who was heaven sent. Anyone willing to come in and give the girl who had already worked 16 hours straight, a chance to run to the restroom was a hero in my book.
Long story shortened, we ended up talking that night in the shop for a good hour. It started out with conversation about work, it soon changed to the Lord and how He had worked in both of our lives over the years. A friendship among sisters was born that night and continued to grow that winter. Each weekend I could count on her being there at the coffee shop in the evening as I finished the tasks needing done, helping me to close up and seeing that I made it down to dispatch safely.
I learned about how she used to be a police officer and what avenues she pursued through her criminal justice career. She would share stories of the people she dealt with at our workplace; the drunks on the weekends at the bars, the thieves at the stores and the immature boys who shot the animals on property with BB guns. One important thing I learned about Jo was that she wasn't exaggerating when she talked about the role she played, I knew this was a heck of security officer who meant business and kicked butt when she needed to.
Yet, with all of this character in this feisty woman, it's not that that makes her shine. It's her love for the Lord that always astounds me. It's her love for Jesus that literally brightens a room and has you standing there begging her to share more about what He's done in her life.
When I first met her she was the epitome of health. Mere months later she was diagnosed with cancer. The last time I saw her was to give her a few gifts to help her through long treatments. We spoke very briefly, we hugged and cried. I left after praying for her and then moved to a different department a few months later. She's continued to work through it all, only taking time away when absolutely necessary. Over the time we knew each other she had shared with me her struggles and the trials she's experienced throughout her life and now I've seen how the Lord used those things to make her the woman she is today.
Tonight, it was a blessing to see how the Lord's matured her these past months. She told me that she's so excited to be going home soon.She knows that her time here on earth is dwindling. She is now battling several cancers, MS and various other illnesses. Her body is starting to shut down. After multiple surgeries, the last thing she wants to deal with again is bone marrow testing and other painful procedures.
Yet, through it all. She shined brighter and sang God's praises louder than ever before. She told me that the Lord commands us to praise Him in good times and in bad. She has been through both and mentioned how easy it is to grow complacent while things are going well. She is thankful that He's given her joy in the midst of all the pain she's been enduring, that He's used these things to keep her eyes on Him.
Her goal now is to be done with work soon and to start working soup kitchens and help centers by Christmas time. She has her will written, her funeral arrangements made and is anxiously awaiting her Lord calling her home where she will be worshiping her beloved Jesus forevermore. She told me with a huge, beautiful grin that she knows Heaven absolutely rocks and nothing will ever compare. Until then, she can be found walking slowly yet joyfully, through the halls at work. Sharing Jesus with everyone she comes in contact with. The fellow employees in the staffeteria, the nurses at the hospital and the walmartians in town.
I praise God, and am thankful this day for wonderful saints who bear the testimony of His grace and love and broadcast it in season and out of season to all around. This Thanksgiving, Jo is thankful that she has been placed where she is to share the Gospel message with the people at work and she is thankful that she'll soon be going home to see her King.
It makes me reevaluate what will be on my thankful list this Thanksgiving.
"Oh give thanks to the Lord, for He is good, for His steadfast love endures forever!" Psalm 107:1