Many of you kindly sent me memories of mom. My portion of the memorial service was a reading of those comments, then a bit of a Mom’s great teaching followed by an abbreviated version of her testimony. What’s posted here is far longer than anything I’ve ever shared before, but I thought perhaps some of you, unable to join us for the service, might want to read what was said. If you’d also like to read my sister’s beautiful eulogy, just let me know in the comments and include the email address where you’d like to have it sent.
She was an amazing woman and a wonderful pattern of the diligence, wisdom, and joy of Christ.
Her home was filled with love, warmth, joy, and grace. She shared the love of Jesus with whoever was there, modeling God’s love in all she did, without being preachy or judgmental.
She so obviously loved Jesus. When we would have youth group events over at her house, she and your dad made it such a warm place to be.
She would bring us food-But always with a comer cut out that she kept for your dad and her. She made sure your dad would have some of the delicious treats she had just made. Her smile upon delivery was just as special as the food.
She was a devoted wife to her husband Bert. And a wonderful Mom.
In 49 years of knowing her, I never heard her speak negatively toward anyone or about anyone behind their back. And she actually studied the Bible. Sometimes I would stop for a visit and find her at the kitchen table with three Bibles and a notepad, working on her upcoming Between Jobs devotional.
She reminded my kids to “Enjoy every minute.” Words of wisdom, light and love. She cried at the airport every time we left..
Loving, joyful, wise, generous, warm, kind. She changed lives for the better.
I used to do her yard, and she was always more interested in David and me than the lawn. I would see her walking down Flickering Candle with a pep in her step and a smile on her face—sometimes I’d walk to the stop sign with her to catch up.
Wise.
There was a warmth and kindness in her voice that always stood out to me.
She was one of the sweetest people I have ever known. Her kindness and generosity were one of the saving graces of my childhood and will never be forgotten.
She was always happy, smiling, and laughing. She loved a houseful. She was so compassionate.
When I think of your mother, I think of us as children and our mothers being part of a group of young Christian wives and mothers. Of all the ladies in the group, your Mom was my favorite. She was so gentle and kind, and I was never intimidated by her.
Beth was such a remarkable woman. I remember she exuded peace, strength and joy. She genuinely seemed to care about every person she encountered. Her calm demeanor was such a rare thing to me. I remember sleeping over at her home in Spring a few times with Elizabeth and having movie nights and treats. It was a privilege to be spoiled by her whenever in her home. When I had my first baby, she even brought me a meal, and I was just a neighbor and friend to her granddaughter.❤️hopefully I can be a grandmother like her one day! She clearly was fueled by the light of Jesus and was determined to be the hands and feet of Christ to those around her.
My parents made me eat what was served and if I did not like it, I just did not eat. I did not like whatever your mom made. She immediately said, “I will make you a peanut butter and jelly sandwich”. Of course my parents said not to do that, I had to eat what was served. S. made me a PB&J anyway. I was a really picky eater as a child and that was the 1st time anyone ever offered to make me something I liked. I was so happy and have never forgotten it! She also taught me how to make chicken cacciatore!!!
Meemee has been such a wonderful friend to me and John…so giving through the years with apple pies and prayers and showing hospitality to us for weeks while our home was being renovated. She fed us and housed us like we were her own. So many long talks in her kitchen and with Deedah at her dining room table. What a gift she is!
I will always remember you telling me when you and I were young mothers how you’d grown up in a happy home and when I asked you to describe that you said, “My mom was always singing.” I was able to picture and “hear” her doing that. And the proof was in the pudding—you. It made me want to be a mother who sings.
She was gentle sunshine.
Mom was always interested in what you were interested in. If it was important to you, it was important to her. She was the first to call if the Cubs or Bulls had a big win. She was the first to get on the ground with the kids and play Legos or do sticker books. She wore the Krispy Kreme hat on the doughnut adventure or the paper tiara at the birthday party.
I can imagine her eyes are so big with awe as she sees the Glory of God.
No doubt she’s singing with the choir and playing with the children.
There is a Beth Smith sized hole in the earth that only God’s love can fill.
I feel that hole, and I know you do too. We can help fill it by demonstrating the same Christlike qualities Mom did. Compassion. Joy. Love. Generosity. Encouragement. Mom sometimes called that “Punching holes in the darkness.” Let me read you what she wrote about that.
Put to bed quite early one evening, Robert Louis Stevenson looked out the window as the lamplighter lit the gas streetlamps. Robert’s mother came into his room and asked him what he was doing. He replied, “I’m watching the man punch holes in the darkness.”
The greatest hole ever punched in the darkness of our world was the birth of Jesus Christ. He’s even called the Light of the world. And he loves us! Isn’t that a wonderful truth? But don’t get too comfortable. Listen God’s plan for those of us who have accepted him as Savior and Lord.
“You are the light of the world Let your light so shine before men that they may praise and glorify your Father who is in heaven.”
How can we be lights? What can we do to punch holes in the darkness? We should start in our own homes. This may sound strange, but a great deal of light would come upon our families if we would just stop, look and listen to them. We try to work on the computer, talk on the phone and answer our child’s or mate’s question all at the same time. Let’s look at our loved ones and let them see that they’re important to us, more important than a computer, telephone, super bowl game, clean house, or anything else.
People need our lights, they need for us to punch holes in our dark world. We have endless opportunities to do that. Here are a few suggestions.
- Give a frazzled clerk a smile, a compliment, a peppermint—especially if she makes a mistake or is oh, so slow.
- Bake or buy a gift for someone who would never expect it.
- Write a special note thanking a missionary for punching holes in the darkness where you cannot go.
- Hug a whole bunch of people. You never know who needs a hug.
Sometimes, we begin to feel “punched out” and think “I’d like to do these things, but I’m not shining very brightly right now. I’m tired and busy, and I’ve got problems of my own. What then? We go to our Loving Lord, who gives us the ability to be encouragers, even as He encourages us.
- “The Lord will be your everlasting light” (Isaiah 60:19 NIV).
- “Therefore encourage one another and build each other up” (1 Thessalonians 5:11 NIV).
God punches holes in our own darkness so that we can share his love with others.
He’s the light of the world and has asked us to punch holes in the darkness for him.
Mom wrote a whole lot of other encouraging—and challenging—words. But Mom wouldn’t want us to leave until she was sure you knew a little more about her faith in Jesus Christ. So, one more time, allow me to share some of her own words with you.
I grew up very active in the church. That continued after I married Bert. But it wasn’t until several years after we married. I learned about my personal Savior, a Lord who loved me and offered forgiveness, grace, and new life. A whole new world opened up to me.
The Bible became easier to understand. Prayer became second nature to me.
In the world, we often try to earn our own way. That’s not how God works. Have you heard this saying? “There’s no such thing as free. If you get it for free, somebody else paid for it.” That’s true in the life of faith. Jesus paid for all that we get from God. He paid for it with his death on the cross. Because of our sin—and you know that we all sin—we deserve eternal death “ but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord” (Romans 6:23 NIV).
We could never earn our own way into God’s kingdom by being completely good, but salvation and a daily relationship with God is free for the taking.
I vividly remember kneeling at the foot of my bed, alone in the house, surrendering my life to Jesus. Somehow, I had missed the message of the gospel in all my years as a busy churchgoer. But then Jesus became real to me and the center of my life. I belonged to him. The peace that passes all understanding surrounded me.
I pray that you are also able to say, “I belong to Jesus! I have surrendered my life to him.” He is my savior. And we serve a great God!