That’s how the people think when they are not “real friends,” or worst yet, haven’t had the opportunity to experience “real friendship.” Wanton people use people, however, friends are more than bed partners and friends are more than people we use to get by and hustle as a means to an end.
Some people actually care about other people and “actually” minister to others heart in word and deed.
I have been thinking of how I met Mae Boyd at my brother’s church during a morning bible study on Monday’s when Halie was a baby in a stroller, over 14 years ago, but my life was forever changed by knowing such an awesome woman of God.
I was really a broken person inside, and although at that time I was sober and attempting to learn the word I had not experienced the power of it. Ironically, no one could ever get me to go to bible study on Wednesday nites but when my cousin Linda asked me to come at that time I went. Even my brother was surprised and asked after a while how they got me to go.
It was an adventure and God ordained, because a woman prophesied to me of the greatness inside me that God was yet to release.
Ms. Mae was there and she was really friendly, but back then I was cautious of people and she was still friendly and acted as if she knew me. I had saw her around church but personally, I didn’t like some of those people; so, I didn’t want to get close to her.
But something happened, I don’t know when it happened but I let her into my heart and let me tell you the earth shook, because she spoon feed me little by little through my addictions. Let me tell you that God sent plenty of messages through her to me, Once she told me that he said if I didn’t quit pretending I was going to jail; well I went. God wasn’t playing.
Praying with me, bible study on the phone every single day for 8 long years. She told me that she didn’t know when I was going to be delivered but she knew that God would do it. So much stuff to sift through and still she didn’t give up. I use to call her crying, screaming, drunk and she still prayed. Wow!
Some people can say that they helped someone but until we can say we stayed we haven’t done nothing.
It got to the point when I finally got a life and was walking and she would tell me “I’m so proud of you, I knew that God would use you!” Wow, such great faith that woman had in God for me.
As time went on I didn’t need her as much, but I still needed her advice and called to talk to her when she was sick. Her body had taken a toll after her stroke but she was so strong still through all that, and she still prayed for me and my family!
So someone says, this is why we might be sad when someone dies, the fact that we didn’t see them or tell them goodbye. No it’s because we have lost someone great…memories of how they helped us stand.
So today, my tears are more of joy in knowing a real saint of the Most High. I am really gonna miss her.
God bless you Mae, RIP! ♥ ♥ ♥