remembering june

The day before we left for the USA, a lady from our church fell asleep for the last time.

Her name was June. She was married to one of our church’s founding elders, and her sphere of influence – within her family, her church and much further afield – would be impossible to overstate.

She might not have been influential in an obvious, public way, but the depth of her love for everyone she met was evident in lots of little ways: hospitality, random acts of kindess, her listening ear, her gentle advice, and so much more.

We traveled with Don and June to Rockhampton in 2004 – Don and I were preaching at a small conference up there. We’ll cherish that special time with her, and like so many others – most of all Don – will miss her terribly.

Thanks for everything, June. Until we meet again.