by Katherine M. Pasour
Despair shrouded the bedroom in deep shadows. The hospital bed engulfed a tiny figure gasping for a breath that tortured lungs couldn’t provide. I crept in on silent feet, not knowing what to say or do. The emaciated woman bore little physical resemblance to the vibrant, active, cheerful Jewell that I knew.
Gold there is, and rubies in abundance, but lips that speak knowledge are a rare jewel. Proverbs 20:15 NIV*
Jewell and her husband John were the first to welcome my family to church more than thirty years ago. After we joined, they became our mentors, guiding our journey spiritually and modeling how to be servants for our Lord. Jewell sang in the choir, served in a variety of leadership roles, visited the sick and home bound, and cooked for all occasions. With John, she worked tirelessly in numerous capacities including leading the youth group, organizing the “Lend a Hand” program, taking a major role in mission projects, cleaning and maintaining the church and more, more, more …
I never saw Jewell lose her temper. She didn’t gossip or slander—she lived by the Fruit of the Spirit—love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. (Galatians 5:22-23). I couldn’t have asked for a more wonderful mentor and role model.
Jewell exemplified how to live out God’s purpose on earth.
One would expect that such an amazing person, a Christian example for all who knew her, would be blessed by God to live a joyful and happy life.
But, sometimes it doesn’t turn out that way. God may have a different plan.