
Kristi and I met at church youth group in junior high, but our friendship blossomed in freshman English class the following year. I smile picturing her as an eager 9th grader wearing on-trend 80’s outfits: neon mini-skirts, layered tank tops, mesh gloves, and jaunty hats or berets. I’ll never forget cheering her on a few summers later as she performed aerobics routines with a crew from her exercise studio at our hometown July 4th parade. But Kristi was more than just a trendy teen—she had a sharp intellect, an incredible work ethic, and boundless energy. Standing at 5’2’’ with wispy blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a sweet smile, people sometimes underestimated how fierce she really was.
Our lifelong friendship solidified the summer we graduated from high school as both of us chose to work at Christian camps; she headed to Redwood Camp in the Santa Cruz mountains while I served at Houseboats on the Sacramento Delta. Leaving camp at the end of the summer, I was exuberant about my faith in Jesus. But returning to life and friends at home had been challenging. Many people thought I’d gone a little overboard on my faith.
The one exception to this was Kristi. Re-connecting after our summer away, we discovered we’d both had life-changing experiences that would forever alter the courses of our lives. What an encouragement it was to discover I had a like-minded friend whose spiritual eyes had also been opened (Ephesians 1:18). A deeper bond grew between us from that day forward. Our friendship wasn’t just based on fun times and shared memories, but on a passionate love for Jesus and a desire to follow Him faithfully.
Kristi and I experienced many milestone moments over the years, including studying abroad together in college and being bridesmaids in each other’s weddings. After getting married and starting careers, we didn’t have many opportunities to spend time together. Eventually Kristi was living in a different state and homeschooling four kids, so we only saw each other when she came into town to visit her parents. We’d sit in my backyard watching our kids play and it was as if no time had passed. The depth of our friendship endured despite the months and miles that separated us.
Calls and texts became more frequent a few years later when Kristi was diagnosed with breast cancer. She was in her early 40’s and had always been healthy, so we hoped and prayed for a full recovery. An aggressive treatment plan seemed to be working, until it wasn’t. A short remission came to an abrupt end with news that the cancer had returned with force and was spreading.
As Kristi’s health declined, I longed to see her face-to-face and when the timing was right, I booked a flight to Austin. Traveling alone, I had time to prepare myself emotionally and spiritually, asking the Lord to bless and encourage Kristi and her family through me. I was anxious about seeing my energetic friend so sick and grateful for friends and family at home supporting me with prayer.
As I walked in the front door of her house, Kristi greeted me with delight. She was using a walker for support and wearing a scarf to cover her bald head, but her broad smile and cheerful spirit remained intact. Despite her frail body, she was as fierce as ever. In fact, I was amazed at the variety of activities we did over the course of the weekend. Her family was determined to give me a full “Lone Star State Experience” when they found out I’d never been there before. So, in spite of going to give them support, I got a big dose of Texas hospitality in return.
On my final day, I had a rare quiet moment alone with Kristi and asked if I could read some of Psalm 34 to her– the verses seemed to provide the words of encouragement I lacked:
“I will extol the Lord at all times; his praise will always be on my lips. I will glory in the Lord; let the afflicted hear and rejoice. Glorify the Lord with me; let us exalt his name together. I sought the Lord, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears.
Those who look to him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame. This poor man called, and the Lord heard him; he saved him out of all his troubles. The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear him, and he delivers them. Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him. Fear the Lord, you his holy people, for those who fear him lack nothing. The lions may grow weak and hungry, but those who seek the Lord lack no good thing…The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; he delivers them from all their troubles. The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” (Psalm 34:1-10, 17-18, NIV)
Later, before leaving for the airport, I paused with Kristi and her husband to lay hands on them and pray. I said goodbye feeling at peace, so grateful for the time we’d spent together and not convinced it was the last time I’d see Kristi in this life. It seemed like she still had a lot of fight left in her and the family refused to give up hope.
But as school let out in June, I received word that Kristi’s cancer was spreading and her doctors had run out of options. With this news, a sense of urgency prompted me to stop avoiding one last thing I needed to do. Writing a final letter to Kristi felt daunting but essential given the depth and duration of our friendship. With the Holy Spirit guiding me, my fingers tapped at the keyboard pouring out specific ways Kristi had impacted and encouraged me over the years. Knowing time was short, I wanted to mail it as soon as possible.
Kristi’s husband read the letter to her on June 28th. Just four days later I received word that my sweet friend breathed her last. She was freed from her broken body and finally at home in Heaven. Even though I knew it was coming, I was too stunned to cry. Grief simmered in the back of my mind, but the tears just wouldn’t come.
A week after receiving this news, I had a dream about Kristi. We were having a conversation and sharing some final moments together. I don’t remember the words, but there was a feeling of warmth and peace between us. She was smiling, confident, and reassuring. Moments later I awoke in the dark and realized I wasn’t just crying in my dream, but in reality. As I sat up to wipe away the tears, I felt the relief of emotional release and so comforted thinking of my friend’s salvation through Christ. Seeing her in that dream provided a sense of closure I hadn’t realized I needed.
The tenacious faith Kristi and her family showed in her last 15 months impacted countless people. Their unwavering trust in Jesus pointed everyone around them to God’s saving grace and ultimate hope in Christ. The Lord used their heartbreaking circumstances to bring about much good in their lives and many others.
In the New Testament, Paul describes how our mortal bodies will one day be made new: “When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: ‘Death has been swallowed up in victory. Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?’ The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.” (1 Corinthians 15:54-57, NIV)
I walk in confidence knowing that I will spend eternity with my spunky friend. She’ll be made new and her cancer-ravaged body will be redeemed. “For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what they already have? But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.” (Romans 8:24-25, NIV) So, I take comfort in words of wisdom from C.S. Lewis: Christians never have to say “Goodbye,” only, “Until we meet again.”1


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- Sheldon Vanauken, A Severe Mercy, Harper and Row, 1977.









