by Olive Lewis

Created on: June 12, 2008

WARRIOR

She was 4'10' in her stocking feet, but a powerhouse of a woman. She could get a prayer through when no one else could. A prayer warrior, that's who she was and I wanted to be just like her. Although she weighed at most 98 pounds, she had a powerful voice and spoke with authority. Everyone that came in contact with her admired her for her courage and her ability to grab people's attention. Her hair was mixed white and gray and she wore it up all the time. Her eyes sparkled like the water when the sun hits it.

I sat at her feet often so that I could learn to become a prayer warrior. She told me that "I must always pray on the word of God. Repeat His promises and claim them. Tell everyone you come in contact with about Him and His goodness. Tell them that Jesus loves them and so do you and mean it." Whenever we would go some place, she always walked with a bounce and at a rapid pace. I found it kind of hard to keep up with her. She told me about her life and that she was married to one man and in that union, she bore two children.
I often wondered why she was so lonely, if that was the case. Then one day she told me about what had happened between her and her daughter. I don't remember all the details, but her daughter didn't want to have anything to do with her. This I couldn't understand, because not only was she a powerhouse, also she was gentle and kind. Whenever we talked, it was about her children and grandchildren and when she talked about them, it was with a wondering look in her eyes. I thought maybe it was a yearning to see them once again and that was foremost in her mind. I could understand her longing because she raised her granddaughter and took care of her grandson. She put her granddaughter through church school as well as helped her to get into college.
All of a sudden her daughter didn't want them to be around her anymore. During the summer when it was time for them to go home, her daughter called her and told her what she was going to do and that she needed them with her. After her grandchildren were gone, she was sad for a while, but it didn't last long because heaven was her ultimate goal.
Let me back up some, I first met her at church, the Berean Seventh-day Adventist Church where she taught a Sabbath school class in the back room of the church. Every time she opened her mouth, I would hang on her every word. As she got older, I eventually took over the class. In 1983, she and I both became a member of the West End Seventh-day Adventist

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