Persistence

I'm dwelling on a fond memory of Faye this morning. She was one persistent lady--like white on rice, or a dog on a bone--that kind of persistence. You might also call it stubbornness, but it was all wrapped up in her genuinely good heart.

She was persistent in urging me to eat well.

She was persistent in inviting people to church, particularly our old church in Manitoba, Seine River Church. Her persistent love brought many people to the congregation.

She was persistent in asking people to test the benefits of alkalized water.

Faye was not one to give up. Sometimes she was a pain even to me, but at the end of the day I loved that quality. And I admired her.

Pressing on.