Kayla Huntzinger was a country girl. Small of stature and big of spirit.
She spent all her forty-five years living in rural Jay County, Indiana. She had a husband,
a couple of boys, a dog, and a job as my secretary.
The story of her death was found only
on the obituary page; she was nothing special to this world. She didn't preach, she didn't
write books, she didn't cause the blind to see.
All Kayla did was reflect her Christ to everyone she met. She caused folks to want to
be better people. She helped folks through life's little problems.
Some of God's children are called to be Apostle Pauls, or Billy Grahams, or James
Dobsons. They get the spotlights and the pulpits and the deserved recognitions of many as
they fulfill their callings and serve the Lord.
But the lucky ones get to be Kaylas. People who spend their quiet lives in quiet little
towns. Spending quiet time everyday walking with their Lord, and following His leading by
doing quiet little things for people around them. These are the lucky ones.
And the REALLY lucky ones, are the ones that get to be the friends, and the
family, and the co-workers, that are touched in quiet little ways by the Kaylas in our
lives.
