A tribute to Becky Zidon who died on April 1, 1994.

So young, this girl, unknown to me. So very young. Yet wise beyond her years. Sixteen-years old. The world at her doorstep, full of opportunities, challenges, treasures. All of that taken away, instantaneously. The scope of her future narrowed swiftly. Like a shade on a window darkening the room. A crack of light remains during what becomes her last week of life.

Folks tell me that she’s fearless even now. She is ready to meet our Savior. Is it a lifetime of illness that has given her that insight? Maybe so. Maybe long ago she, and her family, learned to accept with joy, whatever time they’re given in this life. Confident of the gift of eternal life, they’ll look forward to reuniting then.

How many seeds of faith has this disciple planted in her sixteen years? Countless, I’ll wager. And most, like the one she’s planted with me, unbeknownst to her. Lord after witnessing Your special touch on this girl, it’s no wonder that You’re calling her home so soon. You must have a very special plan for her. Something far beyond comparison to what we can typically envision in our earthly futures.

We need not worry over this girl who’s entrusted to You. Hold her family tightly, Lord, and ease their pain. How they’ll miss the angel You shared with them! Help them to remember to watch for blossoming of the seeds she left planted here.