Kayla
Huntzinger was a country girl. Small of stature and big of
spirit. She spent all her forty-five years living in rural Jay
County, Indiana. She had a husband, a couple of boys, a dog, and
a job as my secretary. The story of her death was found only on
the obituary page; she was nothing special to this world. She
didn't preach, she didn't write books, she didn't cause the
blind to see.
All Kayla did was reflect her Christ to everyone she
met. She caused folks to want to be better people. She helped
folks through life's little problems.
Some of God's children are called to be Apostle Pauls,
or Billy Grahams, or James Dobsons. They get the spotlights and
the pulpits and the deserved recognitions of many as they
fulfill their callings and serve the Lord.
But the lucky ones get to be Kaylas. People who spend
their quiet lives in quiet little towns. Spending quiet time
everyday walking with their Lord, and following His leading by
doing quiet little things for people around them. These are the
lucky ones.
And the REALLY lucky ones, are the ones that
get to be the friends, and the family, and the co-workers, that
are touched in quiet little ways by the Kaylas in our lives.
