One of the most engaging and beautiful women I ever met was my neighbor Margaret Meyers. Mrs. Meyers shared our shady street in Southern California. We met one Christmas while caroling. I still remember her opening her door and greeting us from her wheel chair. As our group sang she sat beaming, holding our six month old daughter.
Did I mention that Mrs. Meyers was in her nineties when we met? You may question my original description of her. But I will argue that she was a beautiful woman. She had the internal, eternal beauty that 1 Peter 3 describes as being precious to God. A beauty that is cultivated from a lifetime of loving – loving God and people.
Mrs Meyers understood that what we do affects others. Her radiant countenance belied the constant pain she suffered from the car wreck that left her crippled. She delighted me with stories of teaching in a one room prairie school house. After sharing supper with us, she would slip her harmonica out from her pocket to play us hymns.Continue Reading