Tuesday, August 25, 2015

An Eagle When She Flies

I just found out that a dear friend of mine has passed away.  Judy Newcom. She was a great friend who was always there for me and my husband. We first met her and her husband, Perry,  in 1989. She was a member of our church in Kentucky. She was a faithful, loyal servant of God. She helped head up our nursery and volunteered to work in our Christian School.
One of the things I liked about Judy - you never wondered where you stood with her. She was straight forward and always spoke her mind.
I am going to miss her so very much. When my husband was sick, she was always there for me, loving me and praying for me. She also had leukemia and fought the battle with determination. Her grand daughter, Gwyndolyn, told me if prayer and determination was all it took to get well, her grandma would probably outlive us all. I'm so thankful I was able to spend a little bit of time with her this summer.

A couple of years ago, she told me she wanted the song, "An Eagle When She Flies" by Dolly Parton played at her funeral. I downloaded it for her and put it on a CD.  The song is a perfect picture of Judy.


Eagle When She Flies

By Dolly Parton



She's been there, God knows, she's been there
She has seen and done it all
She's a woman, she knows how to
Dish it out or take it all
Her heart's as soft as feathers
Still she weathers stormy skies
And she's a sparrow when she's broken
But she's an eagle when she flies.

A kaleidoscope of colors
You can toss her around and round
You can keep her in your vision
But you'll never keep her down
She's a lover, she's a mother
She's a friend and she's a wife
And she's a sparrow when she's broken
But she's an eagle when she flies.

Gentle as the sweet magnolia
Strong as steel, her faith and pride
She's an everlasting shoulder
She's the leaning post of life
She hurts deep and when she weeps
She's just as fragile as a child
And she's a sparrow when she's broken
But she's an eagle when she flies.

She's a sparrow when she's broken
But she's an eagle when she flies
Oh, bless her, Lord
She's an eagle when she flies.



At The Old Mill in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee

Judy and her husband, Perry




I love you Judy and I am so thankful that God allowed you to be a part of my life.


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