Mother Addie was rushing and Mother Lydia was ushering. When they saw each other they genuinely embraced.

Can I take a picture of you two? I asked.

And they posed.

When I heard about the homegoing of Mother Lydia I thought of many things.

Her smile.

Her kind words after church.

Her spirit of giving.

Her relationship with my mother.

Her singing, “This Joy that I have, the world didn’t give it to me”

Her getting happy and jumping up and down in service.

And the last time I took a photo of her.