Eulogy of  Lysandra Kay

Oh Dear Lord, what you put into a name.
Lives have been touched and will never again be the same
Lysandra is Greek and means, “One who takes the mind of men off the mundane things of life.”
Minds became more focused on you and your deity through your design for my life.
My frame was not hidden from you while I was being made.
While inside my mother’s womb, You placed in my parent’s heart, a special name.
You had a plan and purpose for me…and a life with purpose is worthy of praise.
So teach us, Oh Lord, to number our days
By your design I was not able to walk, talk or play
But I shook my head, smiled…listened and prayed
When I gazed off, seemingly into the air, I was often walking and talking with you in my own special way.
You, Oh Lord, always hear and understand the things I say.
Whether at church, at school, or at home…
You always embraced me, and I was never alone.
When I was sick and fought for days for every breath I breathed, You brought entire churches, teachers, friends, doctors, nurses, and relatives..
..all united together…on their knees before Thee.
You gave me friends who would come and read Your word to me.
You placed me in a home filled with music so my heart could sing.
You placed me among people who would walk for me…
Yet more importantly, walked with me
Even a walk through life that went through the valley of Beca…the valley of weeping.
I loved to recline with my Dad in his over stuffed chair
I would stretch-out my legs and sprawl across his lap
Sometimes we rocked, sometimes he read.  Sometimes we talked…and there were times when we simply sat.
My sisters often played games with me. Liz and I, beat them at monopoly.
You sent those with the gift of mercy to comfort and pamper me.
Teachers and therapists would work me so hard…. One even called me “Her little Star”.
Then I would hear Mom’s voice singing, “Twinkle, twinkle little star…
God has made you what you are.”
When she read the Bible to me, she would read…”For God so loved Lysandra, he gave His only begotten son.”
“Lysandra Kay……Oh Dear Lord, what you put into a name.
Jesus was given the name above every name that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow in heaven and earth and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord
So…before I run and dance in this new body you gave…
My knees will be bowed and my unbridled voice flowing with praise.
Thanks for the love, the smiles, the tears, and many hours of play.
I leave with you God’s gift….of my memories and the life of  Lysandra Kay

© by Wanda Bencke