From where I sat, I could see her bright pink windbreaker jacket resting over her frail, hunched-over shoulders. Her hair was white and thinning in some spots, and her size was that of a 12 year old girl, not much more of a grown woman anymore.
When we all stood up to worship, I could see all of her more clearly. Bright pink tennis shoes, bright pink walking cane, bright pink satchel and of course, a bright pink bible cover. Oh, was she cute.
And when the music started and the lyrics came across the screen, she lifted her hands to the heavens and sang glory to our God.
It was a beautiful sight. From an old lady with a lot of style.