MEMORIES
Judy Wills
I’ve mentioned before that I was Church Secretary for nearly nine years at the church where we are members. I’ve also mentioned that the pastor at that time was my “boss” nearly that entire time. However, I introduced him one time to my best friend, who was visiting. His response? “No Judy, we are co-workers….not boss and employee.” He was absolutely great to work with.
His mother, Glenna, was a jewel. Always upbeat…loved the Lord and spoke about Him to everyone whenever and wherever she was. Such a happy, happy person. And she never knew a stranger. This picture of her is from the newspaper, and isn’t a terribly good one of her, but it does show her enthusiam.
Ms. Glenna was also a poet. Every year that we knew her, we would receive from her a Christmas poem. I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer, and poetry usually just slides right over my head. But Glenna’s poems always touched my heart.
Ms. Glenna died last week, and we attended the memorial service for her. All three of her children were there and spoke about her. All spoke of her love…for life, for her family, but most especially of her love of her loving Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
The funeral home always puts together a “memory” leaflet of the deceased, and they did for Glenna, as well. In that leaflet, they included a poem that Glenna had written, probably many years ago, and kept for just this time. I want to share it with you all. It shows so much about the type of person Glenna McKinney was. Her legacy lives on in her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren (there are 11 of them!).
Ms. Glenna – we miss you – your laugh, your love, your quirky personality. As your son said, you are more alive today than you ever were on this earth.
May God have all the glory in this:
SOMEDAY
By Glenna Morris McKinney
One day I shall see Him,
In the twinkling of an eye–
I shall trade my dwelling place on earth
For a mansion in the sky.
‘Tho my life may seem to be over
To those I leave behind,
My life will be unfolding
As new planes of life I find.
Oh yes, I’ll trade this house of clay
For a new celestial home.
I’ll be greeting old friends & loved ones
As on the streets of gold I roam.
Many questions will be answered,
New dimensions will I see
As my Savior takes me by the hand
And walks along with me.
Old Things R New 
Such a lovely post… brought tears to my eyes.
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She sounds like a person who knew the meaning of joy. I liked her poem and it ties in with a book I am reading by someone who had a death experience and felt all her questions were answered at once.
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Lovely tribute
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What a lovely post.
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