The text beeped on my phone on July 30 last month and said, “It has been my joy to text and share with you these many mornings and I wanted you to know that while I am not feeling able to continue, I will look forward to hearing from you thru text and treasure our friendship.” 

That was news I had dreaded hearing from my friend Jane Baird. She and her husband, Jim Baird, were neighbors on our street when we moved here 10 years ago. It didn’t take us long to realize that we lived among celebrities — Pastor Jim, a retired Presbyterian pastor, had worldwide connections to religious leaders and congregations where he had ministered, taught, and pastored. His spry, always smiling Southern Belle had ministered alongside him for thousands of miles over six continents and was the adoring mother of four sons. She had also known sorrow in the loss of an infant son. 

Through the years, we had visited with them during street gatherings or strolls past their backyard. Pastor Jim had led a street Bible study during one season, and it was obvious that “Lady Jane” was his able companion and very supportive wife.

Several years ago, Pastor Jim’s death left Lady Jane a widow, but I was amazed and inspired with her unwavering strength and resilience that I knew were a portion of the “fruits” that her life of faith had nurtured. She was a rock! A portrait of her beloved husband hung near her chair in their den — always reminding her of their love that was constant — even after death had parted them.

She loved the Word, her family, church and life in every chapter that God had carried her. Even though time had taken her into her nineties, her mind didn’t follow. It stayed in her mental peak years, always remembering dates and the use of her copious vocabulary. 

On several occasions we discussed scripture verses, and we shared the love for God’s Word. She was delighted that I offered to send her a daily verse of Biblical encouragement, and she thanked me many times. It was also her morning ritual to send verses to her family members.

When I received her text saying that she wouldn’t be able to send verses to friends and family, I realized for the first time her declining health. It didn’t seem possible that my Energizer bunny had reached such a fragile state.

She also had keen insight. Less than a week from her last text, Lady Jane joined her soulmate and Savior.

Whenever I hear any reference to “Pilgrim’s Progress,” I will think of my dear friend. It was her favorite book, and she enjoyed collecting volumes of that book on their extensive travels. As I reflected on this amazing friend, I pictured her not only rejoicing over the glorious reunions, but her meeting John Bunyan and getting to tell him how she loved his book. Together in the “celestial city” with all who have gone before! Lady Jane, it’s not just a story anymore!

Letters to Camille Anding may be sent to P.O. Box 551, Brookhaven, MS 39602.