by Tammy Phillips
January 17, 2021
In loving memory of Gloria Worsham, October 22, 1933 ~ January 17, 2020. Undoubtably, when Mrs. Worsham arrived in heaven, she had many rewards waiting on her for the numberless prayers offered up for all of us during our “growing years,” for the influence that she had on our lives and for opening her home, particularly her couch to me, like I was her own. I wrote this tribute to her last year at her passing. I want to celebrate her life again this year by sharing. She is a woman who truly lived up to her name.
Every good thing given and every perfect gift is from above; it comes down from the Father of lights [the Creator and Sustainer of the heavens], in whom there is no variation or shadow cast by His turning [for He is perfect and never changes]. (James 1:17 AMP)
I awoke to a text from my lifelong best friend that her sweet Mama, had passed away during the night. Mrs. Worsham was everything good. She was everything “perfect.” After all, she had her flower shop, “the Perfect Touch” and she was definitely sent down from the Father to all of us.
It was a dark, gray, gloomy morning. It became darker with the news. My heart was broken for the loss that my precious friend and her family had experienced. I quietly or not so quietly did menial house tasks for a couple of hours to avoid the reality of the text.
I had not spoken to a soul. I sat down to come to terms with the text. I was attempting to read it again. However, in the darkness right before dawn, I had an unusual, three text messages, awaiting. One message was from my Mom and two others from dear sisters in Christ, Sparkle and Kristi. Not one of them knew about Mrs. Gloria Worsham. That dark morning in Clarksville, our God painted the most GLO-rious sky in three different cities across the southeast to remind me of Himself & Mrs. Gloria Worsham. God then pricked all these women’s heart to send me a predawn picture of God’s masterful work. What a wonderful hug from our God on that day! I heard Holy Spirit gently say: “I am here. I always am. Pam, Cindy, Jill, Charlie, they are going to be ok. It is going to be alright and even though it is hard to see, it is a GLO-rius day!”
Although I could not see the sun through the darkness of my morning, it was shining bright, as it always does. It faithfully rose like it always does. Not only did it rise, it put on a GLO-rious display. Do you realize the sun always shines? It never stops shining. Simply, the earth turns its back to the sun and darkness appears.
Isn’t the sun a perfect representative of our God, the Father of Lights? Even though we may not see Him in our darkest hours, when we have lost our loved one. He is Light. He is present and we can feel Him, just like the warmth of the sun. He is always faithful. He is always with us. He never leaves us nor forsakes us. He does not change. He is always the same, just like the rising of the sun. And, like the sun and the earth, it is only when we turn from our Father that we enter into darkness.
Glo lived up to her name. She was like the sun, a beaming reflection of our God. Her smile and laughter lit up a room brighter than the brightest star. She was faithful, warm, and always the same loving women to me. I thank God for her light that welcomed me and so many others lovingly into her life! I thank God for His Light. I thank God that the Son and the sun always shines. I thank you, Father, for the many lights in my life. I am super thankful for God, Ms. Worsham, Pam, my Mom, Kristi and Sparkle for sending light into the morning on that dark day and every day.
I enCOURAGE to remember that in your darkest days that the sun always shines.
In our darkest days the SON always shines.
PS…We should all strive to live up to our name, the name given to us as followers of Christ. We never know what a difference we can make in someones life. In the words of David Barton, “Each one, reach one and the world will be completely changed in two years.”