Janice Crist was a beautiful woman to the eye, but the most inspiring part of her beauty was within. And that ethereal beauty was reflected in her face, her actions, her words, her attitude and her spirit.
Last week during our church service an eleven-year-old girl, Morgan stood near the altar. With her elbows against her sides, her hands were extended outwardly, with palms turned down and fingers slightly splayed. As Morgan swayed slightly to the music, she gently and slowly moved her hands up and down.
Morgan was slightly out of sync with the rhythm, and as I watched, there was something that held my attention, something felt familiar. Suddenly she turned her head, to look toward another child with a gentle smile. As a feeling of nostalgia washed over me, it was like I was looking at Janice Huey at that age.
From childhood and throughout her life, Jesus was always reflected through Janice Huey Crist. She always lived a life above reproach, but was never judgmental of any who didn't. She realized that her purpose was to lift the fallen and to restore them. Godliness was her standard, yet she didn't look down on one whose standard was measured by the worldly.
Janice was a wonderful lady, a true and loyal friend, a confidante, and an encourager. I was blessed to have known her for many years.... She was like family to our family....
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