I call her that because she is so short and I am so tall. James was the most beloved of the apostles, so it stands to reason that while we love all the members of our worldwide brotherhood, there are some we draw closer to. Ruth has two sisters that I know back in my Arkansas congregation, Neva Joy and Mary. Mary brought Rozaine in the truth. Rozaine then went and married Bob and had three strapping baby boys and a precious little girl named Rene. Anytime Rene and I were shopping, if she found something for Mary, she would get it for her. We were both shoppers of the highest order and could squeeze 11 pennies out of every dime. So then I met Ruth, and she was my James. She still is. I am in Pennsylvania, but we still talk on the phone sometimes and email a lot and I send her stuff and she sends me stuff all the time.
When I picture the new world, Ruth is there and while she has a crown of glory now, I picture her the way she looked in her youthful vigor. I have a picture of her alone, and one of her and the girls and brother Jack. We're going to have red hair together in the new world. I have it now, but my crown of glory has started to make an appearance. I just keep telling it no, not yet.
Ruth wrote me today that Mary is in the hospital with serious medical issues right now. And right away, I remembered that picture of the three of them as girls, and I longed to see them that way in the future. If I did not know about the resurrection hope, I don't know how I could stand living in this cruel world.
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