Brenda McGarity

There are good pastor's wives. The ones who teach classes, play piano, cook and clean and do whatever needs to be done. The ones who stand by their husbands through hurtful things done by people who desperately need God. The ones who work and sacrifice for both the thankful and thankless. And then there are the ones who sunbathe in a bikini on the front lawn of the parsonage, but that's another post.

My friend Bren was the best of the best. Through years of chronic illness and pain, she taught children's church and VBS. She and her husband were a great team and worked six days a week, every week. They stood together through thick and thin, church remodeling, false accusations, and just life in general.

But Bren went on home this morning, after a short but terminal bout of cancer. And I know she was welcomed with rewards and "atta girls" that I can't even fathom.

See you later, Bren. I hope you'll get some rest now.