Joan Dotson Spivey shared a story about Myrtle Rice

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Myrtle
Rice

1923 - 2015

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My heart is saddened for the Rice family at the loss of their dear sweet Mother, Grandmother, and Great Grandmother, as well as my Mother who called her a best friend for 60 years.

But yet I can rejoice because I witnessed the testimony of her life from the time I was a child of 5 or 6, and I'm glad she's finally home.

Mrs Rice so graciously welcomed me to her home almost every Sunday after church. Looking back I see this as an irony, because I've always hated washing dishes. And there we needed to go get the water, heat it on the stove, and wash the dishes, glasses, and pots and pans for the crowd. (I don't think I got the washing sequence correct ,,,,I think Faye said the glasses come first, or was it the silverware.) And at home we had hot water from the sink. Yet I felt I had go because there just was no more fun place to be. There, we could sit in the door to the outside, Faye, Marie, and myself, and color. I felt there was no one on earth who could color like Faye, and I aspired to be just like her when I grew up. And Marie could help me find things in the creek that I was in awe of...periwinkles, I think it was, but whatever you do, Joan, don't get a crawfish, they'll pinch you to death.

And it was very important to Mrs. Rice that I not mess up my pretty church shoes, cause we had to go back to church tonight. And even tho I've seen her many times since then, the way I remember her is with the neatest little braid circling her head like a halo. This was such a sweet time to grow up, and we were so innocent, but had it not been for Mrs, Rice, I couldn't have such memories. And I wouldn't have witnessed the gentle Christlike testimony that I saw in her and my own Mother. And sometimes when I feel like this old world is hopeless, I can look back on some of my childhood at the people God allowed me to know at an early age, I know that these like her and some others that have gone on, are just resting, as they look back over their shoulder, waving us on Home.

Thank you Lord, for another wonderful blessing.

Posted by Joan Dotson Spivey

Monday September 28, 2015 at 5:43 pm