Valerie is a 42-year-old, single, Reformed Christian lady who lives in Baltimore. She doesn't remember a time
before she knew and loved Jesus, but she does remember accepting John Calvin into her heart in March of 2000.
Valerie is a member of Christ Reformed Evangelical Church in Annapolis.
Though her career aspiration is to be a housewife, Valerie has not yet found anyone suitable who wishes to hire
her for employment in that field (or, more properly, anyone suitable has not found her), so in the meantime she
earns her daily bread working in communications -- editing, writing, print design and website management.
Eighty Percent Is Still a B, Right?
I made it through the first four stanzas of my solo at Miss Gloria's funeral before I lost it and had to whisperchoke my way through verse five.
Here's Miss Gloria with Mommy just a few weeks ago:
Thirty-some years ago in a VBS class, Miss Gloria handed out ice cream sandwiches without comment. Some kids, thinking it was a trick, didn't take one. If I recall correctly, I did take one. She used it as an illustration of grace -- an undeserved gift that is good and free. After the service, and the looooong journey to the cemetery (I missed most of the committal service because I had to run for the restroom in the cemetery office), and the trip back to the church, and lunch, Mom and I headed home. I stopped at the grocery store to buy ice cream sandwiches first, though. A few days before she died, Miss Gloria told my brother David, "I'll see you on the other side of the river." That's where the Promised Land is -- the land of milk and honey. Which reminded me of something Tim wrote once about milk + honey sounding like the beginnings of an ice cream recipe -- sweetness, fatness, deliciousness. Miss Gloria's grace illustration was more accurate than even she knew!
Here's David, by the way. His hair's never been this long, so MG and Mom teased him about looking like Jesus. But at least he's not as creepy as this!
[David asked me to remove the pic. Sorry.]
And while we're downloading pix from Mom's camera, here's "Little Eddie" -- to distinguish him from Uncle Eddie, Miss Gloria's brother. Of course he's just "Ed" now, but it's kinda funny to think of anybody calling him "Little Eddie" anymore. He visited Miss Gloria once or twice before she died, and left his motorcycle angel pin for her. I generally hate cheesy, sentimental stuff like that, but it was a kind gesture.
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