A Life Of Impact

Remembering Betty Myers

The popularity of websites like 23andme and ancestry.com attest to how eager many of us are to know the history of our grandparents’ grandparents. In discovering where we come from, we hope to understand ourselves a bit better. I’ve spoken to many people who are filled with pride to find that a distant twice removed cousin was a congressman or even royalty from a distant country. I understand what they feel. My spiritual ancestry traces back to a saint who changed the lives of my entire family, and thoughts of her fill me with pride and admiration.

I come from a blended family of sorts. My father had a daughter and my mother had two children from previous marriages when they found each other and married. My Dad, Mom, and her two kids built and moved into a small house on Settawig Road in Brasstown, NC, and began the hard work of becoming a family.  It wasn’t long before a knock on the door changed things for that newly formed family and impacted the course of my life years before my birth.

It was Betty Myers at the door that fall afternoon. She lived down the road on a dairy farm, her children grown.  She passed by our house, she explained, on her way to church on Sundays and Wednesdays. She offered to pick up my brother and sister on her way. Being new to the area it would be a great way for them to meet people and make friends. My mother and father agreed. Just like that, a new world had been opened to us.

By the time I was born, Little Brasstown Baptist Church had become our home. It was where I made my earliest friends. I sat in tiny wooden chairs while Ms. Henrietta and Ms. Christine taught Sunday School. I listen to sermons and sang songs, and eventually decided to commit my life to being a Jesus follower. My mother’s faith blossomed at Little Brasstown, and my older brother would one day become a pastor. I have been blessed to work in a variety of ministries with youth, in counseling settings, and now as a pastor. I trace all of that back to a small church in a smaller town and to a simple farmer who cared enough to knock on our door. If caring for the “least of these” equates to caring for Jesus, then Betty Myers has cared more for Jesus that almost anyone I have ever met.

When I heard of Betty’s death, I encountered many emotions. I am grateful to have been loved by this amazing woman and am grateful for her unrelenting pursuit of God. At the same time I feel a bit ashamed that I never took the time to sit down and tell her face to face all that her faithfulness has meant to me.

In my memory, Betty will be forever sitting at the piano, a gentle, ever-patient, smile on her face as her husband Ralph leads the choir, one hand gripping a faded brown hymnal, the other hand waving back and forth keeping time. If there are choirs in heaven, she has no doubt joined. One-third of the Brasstown Trio singing new songs of love and joy to God. I imagine there are countless people gathered close around her, eager to rub shoulders with the woman who introduced them to their Savior. If I could talk with Betty I would be tempted to say, “rest in peace”, but I know that farmers rarely rest, so I’ll just say “enjoy”. Enjoy all of the sights and sounds of heaven Betty and thank you for the heaven you brought into my life and the lives of so many others.

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9 thoughts on “A Life Of Impact

  1. Thank you for these sweet memories! Your family quickly became our family and we cherish you all more than you’ll ever know!! ❤️❤️

    • Mr Ralph and Ms Betty and all her Family took our Family in with arms wide open to Little Brasstown Church. Her sweet loving smile and hugs for all has always been precious to me and will forever be in my heart. I can only imagine the Beauty and Love Ms Betty is with now in our Fathers Arms wide open holding her now. Such a sweet tribute Michael.

  2. Michael what a wonderful tribute to Betty. That generation of people was the back bone of Brasstown, one of them being my mama Henrietta. I loved all of them so much. I loved your family just like my own, spending many of nights at your house with Darlene. Thanks again for those wonderful words about Betty. What a reunion there is in Heaven.

  3. Oh Michael you are so right. And thank you for the sweet words of my mom Christine. They all were leaders at Little Brasstown Church. They’re all leaving us and gone to their Heavenly Father. We will see them again. I’ve thought about these ladies celebrating in heaven today what a celebration they are all having. It’s our hearts that we miss them so much but they’re rejoicing today. Thank you again Michael. Will you tag me in this post please. Brenda Ashe I’m friends with you on Facebook

  4. Miss Betty will be missed and all of her love for everyone . Our prayers go out to all the family . May God bless you all .

  5. Michael, that was beautiful. I’m so proud of you and what you have made of your life. I think about you often and am glad that I knew you as a child and got to watch you grow up.
    Janice Harburn

  6. Beautifully spoken, Michael. She was a blessing and encourager to all who knew her. I know I am a better person for having known her and for being able to call her my friend and sister in Christ. Your mom and dad (especially your dad) encouraged John and me to come tto Little Brasstown when we moved out here to the edge of Brasstown. I will forever be grateful for their encouragement and friendship. I know they are so proud of you and your desire to serve the Lord. And so are we.

  7. Beautifully spoken,Michael. My life is also one of those changed by Betty’s love and the love of those wonderful women at Little Brasstown. What a privilege we have shared for having been at the effect of Gods love through Betty. She started the ministry to the home bound that is still going on even after she could no longer lead the group. She blessed my life again by visiting my mom every Monday through the home bound ministry. Mom looked forward to Betty’s visit and knew her most of the time , even as her dementia had stolen most of her memory. It stirs my heart to think of how blessed my life has been because of her faithfulness to God. I am reminded of the verse in Philippians 1:3- “I thank God in every remembrance of you.” I can only imagine the rejoicing of her return to the Father and her reunion with the saints. Oh, what a glorious day!