This category of posts on Dusty Women is one of my favorites.
They are ordinary women who love and serve an Extraordinary God. Women I want to be like so the Word of God will not be dishonored. Titus 2:5 I wanted a catchy title other than God’s Women, so I asked a friend for help, this is how she answered when I asked her help on a title for his series–
what is something that defines us? Maybe not where we’re from but where we’re going? I always love the analogy of following Jesus so closely that you get the dust of your shepherd on you. Following in the footsteps of your Shepherd. So you could call us Dusty Women.
I love the fact that she said we need to be defined by where we’re going not where we’ve been. As Paul says in Philippians 3:12-13…
forget what is behind.
Patti was definitely a dusty woman, she clung to Jesus every single day. I am sad that I didn’t interview her, but I’ve known her for many years. I speak of her in the past tense, because she is now with her Lord. On October 13, she closed her eyes in this world and opened them to see her Savior. I’m thrilled for her, but the spot she occupied in my heart and many others is quite noticeable, and her pew at church is empty.
But I learned from her to not dwell on the sadness. Patti was a shining example of how to live every single day to the fullest, not focusing on her suffering and circumstances, but always asking how you were doing. Her words were Bible saturated, and her response to any difficulty was not ‘woe is me’ but praying fervently and without ceasing. She was a trained professional cook, also working as a nanny because she loved children.
Patti left notes for my husband, also her pastor, on what she wanted included at her funeral service. She didn’t want a eulogy, and she probably would have said ‘stop talking about me’ if she heard what was said during the sharing time. She was not one for the spot light, she wanted the focus of her homegoing celebration to focus on what she had in Christ.
She and her husband did not have children, their needs were always met, but were not wealthy, Patti suffered many years with Chrohn’s disease, cancer, along with other physical ailments. She never complained, not to me anyway. You knew where you stood with Patti, one my favorite qualities about her, she lived transparently, never beating around the bush when answering a question.
I usually end my interviews asking some fun questions about food and drinks. She didn’t drink coffee or tea and she loved black licorce. She loved to cook, and was often found in our church kitchen showing us the way to prepare excellent food.
Patti loved God ultimately, God’s Word passionately, her husband unconditionally, and she didn’t know a stranger. She taught me how to live. She truly lived out Titus 2:3-5.