A Tribute to Millie Barbor
JerBear and Millie have known me since I was about 4 years old and have adopted me as their own grand-daughter - for which I am extremely thankful. I want to share with you my final visit with Millie, but first a little back story. For my sixteenth birthday, I had a blessings shower where many women who had been investing in my life were to bring a symbols of God’s goodness and share the story for which that symbol represents. Millie’s symbol were two dozen pink roses. I remember her handing them to me, looking me in the eyes and thanking me for praying for her grandchildren when I was a young girl in their Life group. I was sixteen years old. And I respected Millie so much, yet she was thanking me for something I did when I was a child. I still have her pink roses dried in a glass jar on my dresser. A few weeks ago I went to visit JerBear, Millie and Sandy. And now it was my turn to thank Millie. JerBear let me sit, talk and pray with her and I had brought her a do