The Narrow Gate

I am writing this today to honor a dear friend of mine that has entered into eternal Glory.  Her name is Ethel Doolittle.  She was a woman of wisdom and kindness.  She taught me so much about prayer and what it looks like to truly walk with Jesus.  She did this mostly by how well she loved others.   She was a “spiritual mother”,  always gentle guiding me back on the right path.   She was the only person who I knew that really had a prayer closet and used it in great ways.  I am so grateful for what she imparted in my life and all those hours she spent praying!

“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”   ― Maya Angelou

When I first met Ethel, she asked me to go for a walk with her.  During that walk, she made me feel special to God.  Although, I had just met her, I knew I could trust her.  To be honest, I don’t remember the words we exchanged, I just remember how she made me feel.  Without realizing it, every time I spent with her, she confirmed to me how special I was to God.  She inspired me to be that way with others too.  She taught me how important it is to create “safe spaces” for others, so that they can heal. She helped in my healing journey.  For that, I am forever grateful!  May her legacy live on forever in the hearts of those she loved well!

Matthew 7:13-14

“You can enter God’s Kingdom only through the narrow gate. The highway to hell is broad, and its gate is wide for the many who choose that way.  But the gateway to life is very narrow and the road is difficult, and only a few ever find it.

One of the very last times that I spoke with Ethel, I was going through a difficult time in my life.  I had felt betrayed , rejected and misunderstood by loved ones all around me.  I knew  that God was doing a deep work in me.  Without telling Ethel too much about what was going on, she told me to continue to go through the narrow gate.  She reminded me of the difficulties that life can bring, but to stay focused on what God has for me.   She encouraged me to press ahead with courage,  faith and tenacity.

The very last time I saw her.  I started to tell her how grateful I was for her.  As, I started to talk, I started to weep. Perhaps, somehow I knew our time together was short.  She told me to stop, she didn’t want me to continue.  She assured me she already knew, and that I didn’t have to explain.  I could go on and on, but because of her humility, to honor her,  I will end with my tribute to her here.  I will rejoice because of the fact that she is finally home in paradise.  I know that I will see her again someday!