Sis. Matlock (Extoling the greatness of this great woman)

All day today, I've had Sister Matlock on my mind... I don't know why. For those of you who read this who don't know who she is or what she was like, I'll tell you. She was the Pastors wife at the church I grew up in. 1st. If everyone on earth could have known her, they'd all be Christians. As a child, I had really bad asthma and like most children I wanted my Grandmother or my Mother. If for some reason my Grandmother couldn't take care of me, I went over to Sis. Matlock's house. If my Grandmother said I was going there, there was no panic, I knew everything would be okay. She always had a kind word and a smile. She sang when she went about her chores. Her singing was awful, but it was beautiful because you could tell that the hymn she was singing came from her heart. This woman exuded faith. It poured out of her, if you were near her you couldn't not feel it. Being in her house was like being wrapped in a blanket on a cold day. I was probably 7 or 8 years old before I realized that she was no kin to me. That's the kind of person she was...she made you feel like you were family. One time, I was staying at her house because I was sick and she asked me if I wanted watermelon; now anybody who knew me when I was a child can tell you I wouldn't eat a thing when I was sick, but I ate that watermelon, and no sooner had I gotten it down, than it came right back up. You think she would have been upset but no, she cleaned it up as I lay in bed. I believe being near her was as close to God as I've ever been. She was a true Proverbs 31 woman and if the world was fair, her picture would be in the dictionary as the definition of kindness.