Remembering Miss Sadie <3
Hey blog friend….in case you don’t know…this little slice of the internet grew out of a weekly letter to the Sunday school class I taught. I wrote it for many years before I ever tried posting on this wider reach. One of our class mates was Miss Sadie Fox and so I am sharing with you today the letter for today’s “Friday Email”…hope it blesses you. Sadie attended our class for years and even when she couldn’t hear very well and her sweet face was drawn into a concerning frown to try and hear what my over-loud voice was saying, she would thank me graciously every week for teaching. Sigh…loved her and the generation of women she represents. So here is the letter I sent them today…..
Hello and happy Friday
I didn’t get an email out last week because we were in an area in Northern Wisconsin that struggled with wifi access. Between that little curve ball in my phone/computer access and this past week’s interruption of all things Facebook, I have realized how much I rely on the internet for communication.
Cue a new level of panic in this continuing saga of post 2020 life where we are beginning to realize how quickly all that we call “normal” can be lost.
Since news of all manner, but especially local information, seems to be spread now by means of electronic communication, I am aware that some of you will be reading this as fresh news and I want to share my deepest prayers for the way it may hit you.
We lost another of the generation that still dressed up for church and got their hair done weekly and carried themselves with a sweet grace gleaned from years in the trenches that made them better, not bitter.
Our dear Miss Sadie Fox left us to be with Jesus a few week’s ago and her absence from planet earth is still palpable to those who were hoping for one more encounter with her here on this side.
Russ and I attended her funeral and there were times I feared an ugly sob was going to come bursting out of me.
We had not planned to go through the visitation line with Covid and all, but we got there early enough and just felt compelled to go down and give our respects to the family.
As they introduced themselves to me and shared relationship details, I cried because although I didn’t know the faces….I knew every name.
I knew seasons and details of their lives because I had been asked many times over the years to pray for them. Young ones who had traveled for school, older ones who had had career changes, losses, celebrations…all of it.
I could hear their names rolling off of Sadie’s sweet southern tongue like honey on a biscuit as I would look into those beautiful eyes and feel her hand on my arm as she asked me to pray for this one or that one.
Heading back to our pew for the service, I saw others I had been asked to pray for sitting here and there.
Young women, now, who I once prayed for as they were teenagers many years ago.
This one and that one that Sadie had taken under her wing and into her heart.
And if they were in her heart, you can know, she had consistently and urgently invited them into our hearts as well, through asking us to pray.
I sat and listened to various family and our pastor share through choked voices about what she meant to them and to all of us.
Sadie mentored before mentoring was a thing.
She mentored by loving and caring and praying and then acting on the behalf of others.
Her conversations were never overly wordy and never hurried, but all carefully thought out and then she just engaged in drawing people into the fellowship of prayer, community and action.
No one on earth said my name quite like Sadie.
Even as she would be chatting about someone or something going on, she was pouring out encouragement and kind words and hope. Even when her hearing failed and her eyesight dimmed so that she would ask us to tell her who we were when we approached her, those joy-filled eyes would exude the light and love of Jesus as she warmly smiled into what she couldn’t see with her physical sight.
I attended a conference once where the speaker said my generation loves senior saints, we just will never be one.
We all laughed and I think of it often. It is so true.
Even as I and my peers develop all the outward signs of being that “nice older lady at church….” We still hang on to the clothing and activities of our younger years.
My generation has done aging different than the one that preceded us.
I hope, though, that we are walking in the footsteps of the likes of Sadie’s Pendleton Plaid Jacket grace…that we are the bridge of faith to the young women and men coming behind us.
I hope we are showing all the signs of having walked faithfully with God in the times we have been given and that we are inviting others to join us as we pray for those we love.
I hope we remember the value of unhurried conversation and the sharing of our hearts with those in our faith community to build one another up….to say the name of the person we are talking in such a way that they will remember we knew them and loved them.
I hope we graciously extend grace and help to those who are walking through the seasons we weathered, or were spared from…. and we are extending the fruit God has blessed us with to help them to grow and flourish.
Thank you Miss Sadie Fox for living a genteel life with a fierce love for others.
You are missed my sweet friend.
Deeply missed <3
What a beautiful tribute to a remarkable woman. I remember Sadie fondly from my years at FCC. We often sat in the same pew. Thanks for sharing.
Oh thank you. WE grieve together but not without HOPE…she was a treasure. Thank you for sharing <3
I can surely hear “Larra “ when she spoke to or of you. I sure do miss her sweet voice, gentle touch as she spoke only to me, and her genuine care and concern. We are blessed to have known and loved her.
Yessssss!!!! Exactly how you would write her saying my name….perfect. You made my day <3 She was one in ten trillion...
I am one of the people who was fortunate enough to meet Sadie Fox. One of my high school students had been mentored by Sadie Fox for several years. I met and talked with Sadie is the course of developing programming for this student. Sadie made such a profound difference in this girl’s life. She was truly a saint.
Thank you Beth for sharing. She made a difference in so many lives and taught us all how to not shy away from the long process of loving someone and wanting the best for them. Mentoring is a long investment and she showed us how that works <3
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