I sit this morning as my heart is filled with emotions that run deep and wide as far as the east is from the west.  A jumble of emotions that really can’t be spoken.  On the surface, the one easiest to understand by most is suppose is that of a time when the Lord calls one of his faithful elders home.  Our beloved Phyllis was called home this week, she faced the long road of cancer, throat cancer to be more specific, and instead the Lord’s will was for her to pass on quickly from recurrent strokes in one week’s time.  No one would question her love for her Lord Jesus. No one would question the families’ and church’s love for this fine woman.  The joy of rejoicing over her reunion with Christ is overwhelming.  Knowing the sorrow that will be in our church service this morning from the loss of her presence next to her loving daughter and son in law is also a weight that pulls heavy on one’s chest.   So I start this morning, with the most easy of emotions to describe, and a little blog spot of how much I learned from her and her family as they walked through this these last few months.