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The hole that illustrated holiness

By KIMBERLY MORGAN

September 24, 2011
The Inter-Mountain

When one thinks of holiness, images of various sorts goes through a person's mind. However, I received a beautiful letter from a friend of my late daughter, Kristin. It illustrates holiness in a humorous, yet beautiful way. It made me smile as I hope it will you.

Mrs. Morgan,

I know you have probably received dozens of messages. But I sincerely hope you take the time to read this one. My name is Maggie Bottle, and Kristin may or not have mentioned me, but we were great friends. She was my sister in Christ and my greatest influence. I loved your daughter and I miss her something fierce.

I read your article on laughter and Kristin's sense of humor, and you are so right. She found a reason to smile about everything and I experienced this first hand on many occasions. Such as one night her and I were leaving the 6 o'clock service at Brentwood Church (before they expanded) and we randomly decided to go to Sweet Frog (a frozen yogurt/ice cream parlor). I laughed cause we both choose the same toppings. And then we decided to eat the ice cream in my car.

About five minutes later, Kristin noticed a gentleman around 70 searching underneath his car with a cane, and she turned to me and asked me if we should go help him. I replied sure. So we got out of my car obviously dressed nice since we had just left church and proceeded to the old man next to us. When we got to him, Kristin looked at me so I asked the gentleman if he needed help. He said, "yes," and seemed greatly appreciative.

He struggled to his knees and then slowly stood up. Kristin then asked that he needed, or what he had dropped. He replied his wife's heart medication. So with that in mind, Kristin and I got to our knees and started searching for the lost pills. Kristin was on all fours looking underneath the car, but I was slightly cautious as I was wearing my favorite pair of dress pants the my mammaw had given me. They meant a lot to me for sure. And as we both searched we located the pills in the middle of the car kinda close to the back wheel. Slightly out of our reach.

Since I'm 5 foot nothing(as Kristin called me. petite), I decided I would crawl under the car to retrieve them. When I grabbed the pills and slowly started shimming back out, my pants caught a rock and tore. But of course not wanting to make a big deal out of it I didn't say anything as Kristin and I gave the man back his pills and listened to his thanks. As we made our way back to my car to our now melted ice cream, Kristin starts laughing. Of course I look at her like she's crazy, obviously not seeing the humor in my poor pants. I was close to tears.

Kristin looked me in the eye and said, "Maggie, we just left church, helped a poor man and his wife out, and had a wonderful night together. God is good."

My response, "Sure, ripping my pants that my (deceased) grandma gave me qualifies as a fantastic night."

Kristin smiled and said, "Maggie, we did a great deed. God is holy. That's what we learned tonight in church. Your pants prove doing crazy things for a holy God isn't always fun, but worth it." Then she looked at me with her half smile. And said, "You are holy." (Pun intended I'm sure).

I I looked at her and we both started cracking up. It was indeed a fun night. But it was a lesson, too. I miss that about her. One her smile, but two her heart for God. Anyways, that night I stayed at Kristin's house. And the next morning when I got up my pants were laying on the kitchen table. No hole to be found. She had sewn it up for me. She knew how much I loved them and gave up precious hours of sleep to repair them for me. I will never forget that. Ever.

Kristin and I shared our hearts. And I feel like there's a hole in my heart with her absence. But now I know that it serves a purpose. That her memories and a love for God and others can fill it. I miss her so much. And I pray for you daily. She loved you and talked about you and your family often. And I felt this story, as it is helping me, would make you smile and help you as well.

In Him,

Maggie

(Kimberly Morgan, MA, is co-founder with her husband, Jamie, of Kristin's Hope, a non-profit organization to benefit the children of the Appalachian Mountains as well as aiding victims of domestic violence and human trafficking.)

 
 

 

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