Debbi's friend Karen told me that people from many backgrounds would come to her memorial service. Now I see for myself the variety of people Debbi touched. Each is given a red ribbon . For an hour, we worship God and celebrate the life of Debbi Hood Johnson . All of us come to know Debbi better as we share what her life and ministry has meant to us.
Families come in different forms.
And so it is. We who have gathered together to remember her during the past 24 hours are her family. Daffodils and tulips are in full bloom together. On my shelf sits the little angel doll that I bought from the elderly woman. I think of the love involved in the making of that angel.