Even though I'd met her many years ago, she seemed like a personal friend. Her son, Bernard Stansky, is a dear friend of many, many years. Her grandson, Rod Stansky, is one of my dearest friends.
This precious saint of God served her Lord Jesus, preached the Gospel all over the world, and finished her race late last night. She slipped off to glory shortly after 9 p.m.
Her Lord has now said, "Well done, my child." She is now sheltered safely in the arms of her Lord, whom she so loved and adored. The Psalmist David said it so wonderfully well, "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints."
This, indeed, is precious to God.