Last night my son was scooping ice cream. We have a really nice ice cream scoop and one of his siblings was commenting on it. Years ago it was given to us by our sweet neighbor, Mrs. Coffman, along with a huge sack of ice cream. It was a pretty common occurrence. Mrs. Coffman would randomly bring us a big cookie cake or fancy Easter baskets or thoughtful presents for Christmas.
She hired my kids for watering and mail pick up and paid them WAYYY too much. She was sweet and precious and when she passed away a few years ago it was a very sad day over here. A big loss.
As we were talking about her last night my son said, "She was one of my favorite people in the whole world." Several of us agreed.
And I thought about what it takes to be someone's favorite person. Mrs. Coffman certainly had it figured out.
This morning I was reading in 2 Chron 21. It says that when Jehoram died, "he departed with no one's regret." (v. 20) He was a self-serving, power hungry, God hater. Nobody mourned his passing.
Mrs. Coffman was exactly the opposite of Jehoram. And even years later we still miss her.
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