The Journey with Vivian
“My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king; my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.” — Psalm 45:1
Vivian… the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen… my beloved… my sweetheart… my gentle dove… my dear sister… and my precious companion and friend.
Every corner holds a story with you, and every moment is imprinted with your sweet soul and kindness. You have drawn with it a hymn of love. Your name will remain on my tongue; your picture and your beautiful smile will stay in my heart and before my eyes until the sun sets. Your love and loyalty will be the strength of every path and every good deed you’ve done will remain like a rose, emanating your perfume and becoming a memory that will forever last.
Vivian… an icon of beauty, light, and the salt of the earth—a candle that lights the path for everyone. You strengthened and empowered those around you; they drew from your beauty, grew, and found comfort. With you, everyone found peace, security, and endless support.
Blessed are you, Vivian. Jesus has raised you from the gates of death, and heaven has opened its doors to you with rejoicing and gladness. O daughter of Christ, so blessed be heaven, the blossom of blossoms, the sweet fragrance of Christ. The king’s daughter lay down, all glorious, adorned with the pearls of merchants and her spirit was raised by her good struggle to dwell among the righteous and the saints.
Every gift you received from God, Vivian, you poured out on those around you, never holding back. You took all that was yours and gave with full faith, abundance, and generosity. Every day of your life was a service that uplifted those you served and enlightened their paths. You served everyone, and your service spoke with all praise. You were both the servant and the service, and the crown is adorned with all you have done and given. Congratulations to you, crowned in glory.
The eyes will not be free from tears, but the heart will remain rejoicing and will see you through faith. Every time your image, my angel, comes before my eyes, I will kneel to Jesus, saying, “How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts,” — Psalm 84-1 “Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?” — Song of Solomon 3:6
Goodbye, my precious. Rest in peace. Pray for us all and remember your loved ones before the throne of grace.