Sunday, April 21, 2013

Her Name is Phyllis

I have been meaning to blog about one of my favorite people I know. Her name is Phyllis (Although I don't know if I spelled that right). When I moved into our apartments, I was afraid that I would get homesick or lonely (because at the time I wasn't going to school and I didn't have a job). As I expressed my concerns to my mother she told me to lose myself in service and soon I would be happy and I wouldn't be lonely or homesick.
Well, I did get lonely sometimes and I have gotten homesick. It took some time, but this wonderful woman has come into George and my life. We love her. She is so funny. She is like the Grandmother I never had. She builds me up and is always so excited to see me. Even if I'm just taking her to the grocery store, haha. She's going through a rough time right now, but I know she'll be okay, because she's Phyllis, and Phyllis doesn't give up. She is a strong woman and she is one of my hero's.
I appreciate her, but it wasn't until I had the opportunity to take her to the grocery store this week that I realized how she is such a blessing in my life. I am so lucky to know her. She has become one of my very best friends.
Shout out to you, Phyllis. I love ya. : )

Mrs. Stewart

1 comment:

  1. Glad you've found a special friend and learned the value of true service. I try to serve at least one person outside my home once a week. It is a source of joy in my life, and brings lots lf blessings I sure need, besides helping me forget my own problems. Glad yoi're having this experience with a special lady.