I have only known Grandma Marge Roberts for about three years. And though I didn’t see her very often, she has tremendously impacted my life. Words cannot describe the source of strength she is to her family, her friends, and all who met her. She was a faithful woman who loved the Lord. Full of spiritual wisdom, she was a lover of people, loving through giving, through counsel, through fun. And apparently through a good shaking of the finger.
It impossible not to respect a woman who has raised up a family and given them a legacy of strong faith. It is heart-stirring to hear the stories of this family and know that all of these characters have been guided and impacted by one woman at the head of it all. She truly was clothed with strength and dignity, and faithful instruction was on her tongue. She opened her arms and extended her hands to anyone in need. Her husband and her children (and their children) arise and call her blessed.
I’ve looked up to my mother-in-law since the day I met her, and she also to her mother-in-law, her hero. They were both Mrs. Rs to many and now I am so lucky to also be of that name.
The other day as we joked about how crazy we all are, Uncle Blair asked me if I knew what I was getting myself into when I married into this family. And the truth is, I really didn’t know. But I am so thankful I did.
As I celebrate the life of Mrs. Marjorie Roberts I am so honoured to know her, to be welcomed into her family, and be a part of history with her.
I hope I can be just like her.