CREATIVITY ON DISPLAY

Milton, here for Kristy:

Kristy had a flair for making things better. Read the intro on her bio for this blog. 

Pizzazz!

Enthusiasm!

High Energy!

Can you imagine living 37 years with someone whose brain hardly sleeps and has more ideas than Carter has liver pills? (What does that mean? Carter has liver pills? Who is Carter? How many pills does he have?)

Go look in our neat and clean garage and all of Kristy's paint supplies all lined in order for easy use. She used them relentlessly all these years adding color splashes to everything from pictures, to clocks, to furniture, to wall paper, to stained glass, to the normal painting of interiors.

I can't cook and I can't paint. I tried to stay out of her way and compliment and complete her in other ways. She painted murals in church nurseries and daycares and our grandchildren's bedroom walls. We painted houses and churches and other people's homes and turned the dull into delightfully framed beauty. There just was no end to her pizzazz, enthusiasm, and high energy.

She designed kitchen cabinets, and houses, and churches, and bulletins and publications, and clothes and jewelry, and cut her own hair, and made curtains, and was a seamstress, and organized anything that needed organizing, and planned meetings, and wrote articles on how to do almost anything you could imagine.

Am I bragging? Was she a creative saint? Who was this woman?

She was very human and filled with passion to make things better. She wasn't perfeck (I know how to spell perfeck.), but she purposefully perfected everything her hands touched.

Every so often, like maybe every few months, she would have a brief crash for a few hours of sleeping in and then her engines started again. She made the bed before her feet hit the floor running to catch her prize. Wow, could she get the things done.

Kristy was the ultimate super woman. She multi-tasked while planning and preparing for things down the road while always getting things done now. She was a dreamer with massive action. She had busy, determined, yielded hands that always made life better, easier, and more pleasing for all around her. 

That is a huge part of my loss. I loved her dearly. She was my mate, my partner, my friend, my sweetheart, the love of my life, but this was also one busy, creative lady who made me shine and blessed so many others by her swift and creative servanthood.

Just as she could dream a book into a pages of reality, Kristy could envision and then creatively, intentionally push to see her pictured passions come alive and bless others. 

Oh, this lady blessed me. She blessed me and helped me.

She made me a better man.

Kristy was shrewed in calling me her hero husband. It made me want to rise up to fill her expectations. She saw me as a hero, a godly man, a lover of our family and our church and those who need Jesus. 

She worked to help make me a better man, her hero, and now those dear, sweet, busy hands are gone. 

Can you catch just a glimpse of why some of my last words to her included an appeal to her to ask Jesus to send me some help after she walked into heaven? She was my helper, my friend. I knew that loss of magnificent magnitude would be my lot when she left.

She was creativity on display.