Today I am grateful for all those who have gone before…
All Saint’s Day always reminds me of Barbara Watts–a minister, chaplain, and friend who passed a few years ago. She was the first woman minister ordained by my home congregation. She liked outrageous outfits and matching (fabulous) shoes.
She was a role model. And, in so many ways, a saint. Flawed, like all of us. Fiercely feminine. And so loving. She taught me the power of prayer, the niceness of notes, and the supremacy of song.
I miss you, Barbie. Thank you.