Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Rachel Elizabeth Fulenwider


WHITEWRIGHT - Rachel Elizabeth Fulenwider, 15 of Whitewright, went to dwell in the house of the Lord on Monday, April 28, 2008. She was born Oct. 24, 1992 at Denison to Chris Fulenwider and Georgia Griffith Fulenwider.
Funeral services will be held 2 p.m. Friday, May 2, 2008 at First Baptist Church, Whitewright. Officiating the service will be Rev. Neale Oliver, Rev. Paul Brand and Rev. Leon Veazey. Burial will follow at Oak Hill Cemetery in Whitewright. A visitation will be held from 6 -8 p.m. on Thursday, May 1, 2008 at the First Baptist Church, Whitewright.
Pallbearers will be Jefferson Griffith, Kenny Wall, Roger Harmon, Steve Harris, Jackie Jester and Johnny Claborn and honorary pallbearers, Andrew Fulenwider and Drew Thorpe.
She is survived by parents, Chris and Georgia Fulenwider of Whitewright; brother, Andrew Fulenwider of Ft. Bragg, N.C.; grandparents, Bill and Carol Fulenwider of Pagosa Springs, Colo.; grandparents, Harold and Marianne Griffith of Fort Worth; grandmother, Frances Griffith of Lubbock; great-grandmother, Esther Reatherford of Luella; great-grandfather, Ben Johnson of Midland; great-grandfather, Fred Stewart of Hickory, N.C.; aunt and uncle, Paul and Cindy Gilliland of Hondo; uncle, Jefferson "Boo" Griffith of Denton; aunt, Carrie Griffith of Fort Worth; many great aunts and uncles, and many cousins.
Rachel attended Whitewright High School and was a cheerleader and active in track, volleyball and softball. She looked forward to starting drill team in the fall. She was full of love for family and friends. She had a witty sense of humor, enjoyed music, baking cookies, reading, shopping and eating Sushi. She was beautiful, respected, smart and loving. Rachel was a typical teenager who once wrote she appreciated all the benefits of the latest technology including her computer, phone and hair straightener.
Among her writings she included "You may not have a lot, but the important thing is to be thankful... Be thankful for who you have not necessarily what you have." Most of all she loved God.
Rachel was a cherished daughter, loving sister and faithful friend. She touched many lives and will be greatly missed. We love you sissy, busybus, punkin, cricket, Ray, Fulenwider, Lizzy, princess...

A favorite scripture found highlighted in her Bible:
"One thing I ask of the Lord, this is what I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life,
to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and seek him in his temple."
Psalm 27: 4
Sleep sweet baby girl, we love you.
Contributions may be made to the family through First Baptist Church, Whitewright.
Arrangements are with Turrentine-Jackson-Morrow's Earnheart Funeral Home, Whitewright. An online registry may be signed at
Published in The Herald Democrat from 5/1/2008 - 5/2/2008.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Broken things...

April 28, 2008: We are broken...

Broken Things
"By reason of breakings they purify themselves" (Job 41:25).
God uses most for His glory those people and things which are most perfectly broken. The sacrifices He accepts are broken and contrite hearts. It was the breaking down of Jacob's natural strength at Peniel that got him where God could clothe him with spiritual power. It was breaking the surface of the rock at Horeb, by the stroke of Moses' rod that let out the cool waters to thirsty people.
It was when the 300 elect soldiers under Gideon broke their pitchers, a type of breaking themselves, that the hidden lights shone forth to the consternation of their adversaries. It was when the poor widow broke the seal of the little pot of oil, and poured it forth, that God multiplied it to pay her debts and supply means of support.
It was when Esther risked her life and broke through the rigid etiquette of a heathen court, that she obtained favor to rescue her people from death. It was when Jesus took the five loaves and broke them, that the bread was multiplied in the very act of breaking, sufficient to feed five thousand. It was when Mary broke her beautiful alabaster box, rendering it henceforth useless, that the pent-up perfume filled the house. It was when Jesus allowed His precious body to be broken to pieces by thorns and nails and spear, that His inner life was poured out, like a crystal ocean, for thirsty sinners to drink and live.
It is when a beautiful grain of corn is broken up in the earth by DEATH, that its inner heart sprouts forth and bears hundreds of other grains. And thus, on and on, through all history, and all biography, and all vegetation, and all spirituallife, God must have BROKEN THINGS.
Those who are broken in wealth, and broken in self-will, and broken in their ambitions, and broken in their beautiful ideals, and broken in orldly reputation, and broken in their affections, and broken ofttimes in health; those who are despised and seem utterly forlorn and helpless, the Holy Ghost is seizing upon, and using for God's glory. "The lame take the prey,"Isaiah tells us.
O break my heart; but break it as a fieldIs by the plough up-broken for the corn;O break it as the buds, by green leaf seated,Are, to unloose the golden blossom, torn;Love would I offer unto Love's great Master,Set free the odor, break the alabaster.
O break my heart; break it victorious God,That life's eternal well may flash abroad;O let it break as when the captive trees,Breaking cold bonds, regain their liberties;And as thought's sacred grove to life is springing,Be joys, like birds, their hope, Thy victory singing. --Thomas Toke Bunch

Thursday, April 24, 2008

April 24, 2009

I can't believe it's almost been a year... so hard yet this year has been such a gift!

A couple favorite memories of Andrew and Rachel together...

We were on a trip to Colorado, I think Andrew was 7, Rachel was 3. Anybody that has kids I am sure has had to draw the "imaginary line" down the middle of the back seat. It was a long trip and the two of them were fussing and fighting. We had resorted to the drawing the line... it got real quiet and Rachel scrunched her face all mad like, crossed her arms over her chest and looked over at Andrew and said... "don't you be lookin' out my window either!" If Andrew said anything back I don't remember, Chris and I were too busy trying not to bust out laughing.

My other favorite... She was 9 and Andrew was 12... I had bought her first bras and surprised her with them. We got one put on and she ran into the living room modeling it for Andrew screaming "Andrew, Andrew look at my new bra!" All I heard was, "Rachel stop I don't want to see your dumb bra!" Undeterred and a little blonde I might add, she put on the second one and did the same for Andrew. This time I heard, "Mom, make her quit that's GROSS!" All she do was giggle VERY proudly! I miss the fussin' and fightin' and of course the lovin'...

Chris and I were sitting outside enjoying the evening breeze and "remembering." One of his favorites was the time Rachel and Andrew were doing something one evening and she looked at him and said "I said get me a napkin" all stern and grown up like. He just looked at her dumbfounded and of course handed her a napkin.

One more... she sneezed one time, nobody said bless you. She looked at all of us and said, "well is anybody gonna bless me or not?"

My babies...

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Marie says...
"Thankyou for being such a blessing. You make the rest of stop and make mention of the little things that matter the most, the things that we all take for granted. I've thought about you a lot, given the season. The regional track meet is next weekend, and Rachel has really been on my heart. I think about the track T-shirt that her name is listed on from last year, and wish that I could print another one again this year. She's missed on so many levels. Even after almost a year, Taelor says that it still does not seem real. There's a little girl in Taelor's gymnastics class that Taelor says reminds her of Rachel. She still talks about Rachel like she sees her every day, never in the past-tense. I guess you probably could relate to her thought process better than anybody. It's very sweet to watch, but inside it makes me very sad. It's amazing to watch how you've handled everything. God. That's all anyone ever needs to know and realize. Thanks for sharing this last year with all of us. Your courage is unbelievable, well unless you know where it came from. Love you, Marie" (4/24/09)

LJ says...
"I remember the bra stories, too funny to see them in my mind again, and Andrew rolling his eyes as you tell it. I am thankful for memories such as these, and was just telling someone this am about how Rachel was the only "girl" at Judson and Colton's birthday parties for years, she handled it well. I remember our last earthly conversation and her sweetness in me buying those drill team candles, and know when I see her in Heaven she will still be saying, "Oh Mrs. Waaaaaall", must say, I can not wait to hear it again!
Much love!!" (4/24/09)

Carrie says...
"I remember her uncle boo taking her to pick up girls. Andrew was always willing to go with his Uncle Boo to meet girls. However, Boo took her one day and brought Rachel back shortly after as she had crawled out of her car seat and hid on the floor. He had several people try to talk with her, but she would not budge. Her uncle brought her back saying she was not a girl magent like he had hoped. Her Grandpa reminded him that he did not need to use Rachel to get girls as they just swooned over him. I also remember how Rachel adored her Uncle Boo. When she got upset while in Fort Worth Uncle Boo could always make it better. " (4/27/09)