Jackie Fourie
Jesaja 40
“Alle mense is soos groen gras. Al hulle lojale liefde is soos ’n bloeisel van die veld. Die groen gras verdroog, die bloeisel verlep, want die asem van Jehovah blaas daaroor. Ja, die volk is maar net groen gras. Die groen gras verdroog, die bloeisel verlep, maar die woord van ons God bly vir ewig.”
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Lewensviering van Jackie Fourie
Ons geliefde Ma, Ouma, Suster en Vriendin het verhuis na haar Ewige Woning op die ouderdom van 70 jaar, 11 maande en 27 dae.
Ons buig in diepe ootmoed voor God in ons tyd van rou, met opregte dankbaarheid in ons harte vir die wonderlike en geseënde jare wat ons saam met haar gegun is.
Sy’s nie dood nie, maar lewe nou werklik. Sy het so groot liefde vir tuinmaak en die prag van blomme gehad, en het baie gewonder hoeveel te meer die skoonheid van blomme in die Hemel nie gaan wees nie. Ons glimlag met die wete dat dit beslis haar grootste verwagtinge oorskry het. Vol verwondering buig ons nou in aanbidding voor die Een wat sy altyd opreg liefgehad het, selfs gedurende haar tyd van lyding.
Ons lewens was verryk deur haar passievolle menswees en ons harte is seer vandag, maar berus in die wete dat sy jubel in die Ewige heerlikheid, vry van pyn, siekte en swakheid, want sy is tuis…
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There was Jesus
Every time I try to stand, I start to fall
And all those lonely roads that I have traveled on
There was Jesus
When the life I built came crashing to the ground
When the friends I had were nowhere to be found
I couldn't see it then but I can see it now
There was Jesus
In the waiting, in the searching
In the healing, in the hurting
Like a blessing buried in the broken pieces
Every minute, every moment
Where I've been or where I'm going
Even when I didn't know it
Or couldn't see it
There was Jesus
For this man who needs amazing kind of grace
Forgiveness and a price I couldn't pay
I'm not perfect so I thank God every day
There was Jesus
There was Jesus
In the waiting, in the searching
In the healing, in the hurting
Like a blessing buried in the broken pieces
Every minute, every moment
Where I've been or where I'm going
Even when I didn't know it
Or couldn't see it
There was Jesus
On the mountains
In the valleys
There was Jesus
In the shadows
Of the alleys
There was Jesus
In the fire and in the flood
There was Jesus
Always is and always was
No, I never walk alone (Never walk alone)
You were always there
In the waiting, in the searching
In the healing and the hurting
Like a blessing buried in the broken pieces
Every minute (Every minute)
Every moment (Every moment)
Where I've been or where I'm going
Even when I didn't know it
Or couldn't see it
There was Jesus
There was Jesus
There was Jesus
There was Jesus
As I sit down to reflect on the profound impact that Aunty Jackie had on my life, I am flooded with memories that span decades—memories that are deeply intertwined with laughter, love, and unwavering friendship. Aunty Jackie wasn't just my mom's best friend; she was a pillar of strength, a surrogate mother, and a cherished member of our family. Her presence was felt in every milestone we celebrated, every joy we shared, and every tear we wiped away.
The sound of Aunty Jackie and my mom laughing until they cried is one of the most precious memories I hold. Their laughter was infectious, filling our home with warmth and joy, especially during those countless Sunday lunches, festive Christmas parties at Ford, and spirited gatherings around the braai. I can still see them, holding their sides, crossing their legs, tears streaming down their faces from laughing so hard. That image is etched in my heart, a reminder of the deep bond they shared—one that transcended time and circumstance.
Together, our families celebrated birthdays, weddings, mourned losses and comforted each other. These moments of togetherness were more than just gatherings; they were the foundation of a rich history that we all share, a history that remains a part of us no matter where life has taken us since.
Aunty Jackie, you were there during the most important times in our lives, always standing by us with your unique blend of strength and kindness. When my mom was in the hospital, you honored her wishes by hosting Charlene's baby shower, ensuring that her presence was felt even in her absence. That act of love and dedication is just one of the many ways you showed how deeply you cared for our family.
After my mom's passing, you stepped in as a surrogate mother to me, offering guidance, love, and a sense of stability in a world that suddenly felt so uncertain. Your strength gave me strength, and your love helped fill the void that losing my mom left behind. You were an anchor in my life during those formative years, and for that, I am eternally grateful.
Even though life has moved on, and we have all gone our separate ways, the bond we shared with you, Aunty Jackie, remains unbroken. The history our families have together is indelible, a beautiful tapestry of memories woven with love, laughter, and resilience. You were an incredibly strong woman, and your influence on my life is something I will always treasure.
Thank you, Aunty Jackie, for being such a big part of my childhood and young adult life. Your legacy lives on in the stories we tell, the laughter we share, and the love that continues to bind us all together. Rest in peace, knowing that you made a difference in our lives—a difference that will never be forgotten.