A Tribute to My Sister-in-Law
"He showed me the Holy City, Jerusalem, descending out of
heaven from God.
It was filled with the glory of God and sparkled like a
precious gem, crystal clear like jasper. The wall was made
of jasper, and the city was pure gold, as clear as glass.
The wall of the city was built on foundation stones, inlaid
with twelve gems. The gates were made of pearls, and the
main street was pure gold, as clear as glass.
No temple could be seen in the city, for the Lord God
Almighty and the Lamb are its temple.
Nothing evil will be allowed to enter - but only those whose
names are written in the Lamb's Book of Life."
Revelation 21:10-27 (NLT)
Bettie Dudley
It was a beautiful spring day in Arkansas.
The flowers were blooming and the birds were chirping. I
basked in the awesomeness of God's beautiful world. Absorbed
in the loveliness surrounding me, I began to pray for my
husband who had 24 hours earlier touched the brow of his
sister as she went to be with Jesus. I prayed for his mother
who had given up a daughter and for the children and
grandchildren who were grieving their loss. I knew the tears
were near the surface as I would miss this loved one too.
And then as He so often does, God, in his soft gentle way
spoke to my spirit. "Melva," he said, "The beauty you are
observing right now is nothing compared to what Bettie has
enjoyed her first day in heaven."
I looked around me and there were lovely houses in our cove.
Bettie was seeing walls of jasper, built upon foundations of
sapphire, emerald, and amethyst. A few doors down from us
was a man-made lake where geese and swan were swimming on
this gorgeous day. Bettie was seeing a pure river with the
water of life, clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of
God and the Lamb.
I gazed across our pretty lawn with signs of new life
springing up, but I knew Bettie was walking on streets of
gold. The sun warmed my body but there was no need for sun
or moon where Bettie is because the glory of God illuminates
the city and the Lamb is its light.
I loved this dear lady who was a part of my family for
nearly 50 years. Our personalities were quite different and
yet we had a lot of in common. We both loved her brother,
Jerry, who is also my husband. We both loved her mother who
is also my mother-in-law. We both loved her younger sister,
Euvila. Though separated by many earthly miles our kindred
spirits always surfaced when we were together.
And then there are our grandchildren. We could not have a
conversation without Bettie mentioning Dana, Micha, Heather,
Holly, Karissa, Sheri, and her only grandson Colton. How she
loved those kids. Some days her energy would be depleted,
but she wanted to make one more ball game or spelling bee or
piano recital.
But, the bond God gave me with her was prayer. Bettie was a
prayer warrior. She just would not give up until God gave an
answer. We have called one another at all hours of the day
and night. From health problems to requests for our children
and grandchildren to praising God for His goodness, she was
always ready to pray with me or for me.
Several years ago when Bettie was very ill, I spent the
night in the hospital with her. She suffered much all night.
Early the next morning her oncologist made his daily visit.
I can still remember his startling words as he calmly told
me to call her family. She was in the last stages of
lymphoma and there was nothing else he could do. Bending
over to kiss her as I left the room she whispered in my ear,
"Keep praying, keep praying."
I left the hospital to call her children but also to call
prayer teams around the nation who had already spent much
time praying for her. I repeated to them what Bettie had
said to me, "Keep praying, keep praying." And they did. God
answered her plea and our prayers, and gave her five more
good years to live and to love on her family.
Bettie and I have spent many hours traveling together as we
extended Jerry's business meetings into long vacations. We
have crossed the Sierra mountains when trees were vivid with
the golds and oranges of fall. We have walked the beaches of
the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans in the late evenings, loving
the picturesque scene the sun gave us as it sank lower and
lower on the horizon. We have climbed the sand dunes in New
Mexico, marveling how only on a loving God that we love and
serve could create such a diverse yet awesome universe.
Too soon it seemed, years were added on and our time on
earth began to wind down. Our physical bodies slowed
considerably. Bettie's with cancer and mine with a severe
degenerative disc disease. Yet for us, we found the slowing
down physically gave us more time to pray, more time to
spend in God's Word and communing with Him in prayer. And
that is what Bettie did. We talked about it often.
You knew her as my sister-in-law. I knew her as my sister in
Jesus, bound together by the depths of our love for one
another and for our precious Lord.
Today, there is an empty place in my heart and tears gather
and fall gently down my face, but I would not call her back
from that city of pure gold where there is no pain, no
tears, and no sorrow.
Instead, I look forward to meeting my sister-in-law, Bettie
Dudley, in that Holy City, Jerusalem, because our names are
written in the Lamb's Book of Life.
March 30, 2004
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