I had the privilege of attending a thanksgiving service for the life of Estelle Geier yesterday, a close friend's Nanna.

I meet Nanna just once, and the love she had for her family and her Lord was very obvious.
Yesterday it was evident the extent in which many felt that love.
Nanna's love for her family and friends was one that mirrored but, I think it would be right to say, comes a close second to the love of her Saviour, Lord, Brother and Friend. Nanna is a woman of God, and the absolute certainty with which people could speak of her being home with her Lord was just beautiful.
There are certain things that people would like to think might be said at their funeral.
All these things were said about Nanna Geier. Plus more. And Nanna is the type of person who wouldn't have heard any of it, unless it pointed everyone in the room to her Lord. Her life did just that: not a soul could have been unaffected by this humble woman whose life was about gently, patiently, casting all her cares on God and seeking that others might throw themselves in the arms of Saviour Jesus also.