|Jill teaching the women in Tchale|
Sleep eludes me as I question God. I wonder if He might come to me in a whirlwind as He did for Job.
Yesterday my friend and fellow missionary went to be with our Lord. She, her husband and five of their six children had just moved to South Africa six months ago after years of praying and trusting to get here.
A husband grieves for his wife…
Children mourn for their mother and
Grandchildren for their grandmother…
A best friend longs for the one with whom she shared her heart…
And God gained a faithful servant.
After hearing the news of her death I got my Bible and was at 2 Corinthians 2:14:
“But thanks be to God, who in Christ always leads us in triumphal procession, and through us spreads the fragrance of the knowledge of him everywhere.” -ESV
With tears, I wrote “Jill” beside this verse. The short time I knew her I saw how she spread the fragrance of Christ everywhere she went.
She would not want me to question God. I don’t think there was a mission staff meeting I attended where she did not use the words “God’s sovereignty” in many of our discussions. She could echo the words of Job:
“I know that you can do all things, and
that no purpose of yours can be thwarted.”
Though it is hidden to me now, there is purpose in the pain. Charles Ryrie writes: “Unmerited tragedy helps us see God, which is unmerited grace.”
I know Jill will still be spreading the fragrance of Christ even through her death.