We have no words to say our feelings, we are so sorry. We lost our loved "Grandma". Is so hard to be far away, we wish we could be there.
We remember her enthusiasm in talking about Jesus, her love and care demonstrated in many ways, she was an example for us, in despite of her health difficult, as soon as possible she was here in our country sharing about the Great Love of God, she got many friends, actually Evelyn became as one of our family.
We thank God for her life, we are glad for the opportunity to know her, cry, laugh, and walk togheter for many streets and hills in Brazil. Now she is walking on streets of gold, beside her Lord and Savior.
Last time she was with us in our house Evelyn gave Carla a gift that she is wearing today to honor her memory: a spoon ring. She told us about the wonderful story of this:
Keep Your Spoon
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order," she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. "There's one more thing," she said excitedly."What's that?" came the pastor's reply."This is very important," the young woman continued. "I want to be buried with a spoon in my right hand."The pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say. "That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked."Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor.The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this story, and from there on out, I have always done so. I have also, always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement.'In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your spoon' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming ... like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!' So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a spoon in my hand and I want them to wonder, "What's with the spoon?” Then I want you to tell them: "Keep your spoon ... the best is yet to come." The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye.He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and the spoon placed in her right hand. Over and over, the pastor heard the question "What's with the spoon?" And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the spoon and about what it symbolized to her.The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the spoon and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right.So the next time you reach down for your spoon, let it remind you ever so gently, that the best is yet to come."
We will miss our loved Evelyn!
God bless each one of you!
Wander, Carla and Deise.
We remember her enthusiasm in talking about Jesus, her love and care demonstrated in many ways, she was an example for us, in despite of her health difficult, as soon as possible she was here in our country sharing about the Great Love of God, she got many friends, actually Evelyn became as one of our family.
We thank God for her life, we are glad for the opportunity to know her, cry, laugh, and walk togheter for many streets and hills in Brazil. Now she is walking on streets of gold, beside her Lord and Savior.
Last time she was with us in our house Evelyn gave Carla a gift that she is wearing today to honor her memory: a spoon ring. She told us about the wonderful story of this:
Keep Your Spoon
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order," she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her. "There's one more thing," she said excitedly."What's that?" came the pastor's reply."This is very important," the young woman continued. "I want to be buried with a spoon in my right hand."The pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say. "That surprises you, doesn't it?" the young woman asked."Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor.The young woman explained. "My grandmother once told me this story, and from there on out, I have always done so. I have also, always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement.'In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your spoon' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming ... like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!' So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a spoon in my hand and I want them to wonder, "What's with the spoon?” Then I want you to tell them: "Keep your spoon ... the best is yet to come." The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye.He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and the spoon placed in her right hand. Over and over, the pastor heard the question "What's with the spoon?" And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the spoon and about what it symbolized to her.The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the spoon and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right.So the next time you reach down for your spoon, let it remind you ever so gently, that the best is yet to come."
We will miss our loved Evelyn!
God bless each one of you!
Wander, Carla and Deise.
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