When I came to work as a reporter at The Register-Herald in January 1997, Bev was one of the first people who introduced herself and immediately invited to attend her church. After that she was a mentor to me and often took time to read my stories and give me feedback or writing tips. This was really helpful in my professional development as a writer. If I had a problem she would offer advice. When I needed to find a new family physician, she suggested someone for me. I could see she really cared about other people and was a good Christian.
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No one knew, bet not even her; the magnitude of people that she touched, whether it was through her columns, her words on the phone, interviews, meeting her out in public or in the office or at the churches she attended. I know she touched my life. To compound all my memories and stories to share into one, I can not do.
To say Bev Davis was a friend is an understatement. Bev was my friend, my confidant, my prayer warrior and so much more ... more like family. She was right there the first thing, no matter what time I arrived to work, just so I could give her the highlights of my evening or day, and ask for prayer.
She was used to that. Often before I could spit it out, she’d say “OK Pam, what do I need to pray about today.” Her words of encouragement were often needed and accepted.
Now, grant you Bev and I were not always this way. And I would never say she was a saint; she wouldn’t want that. As co-workers, as friends, we learned from each other.
There was one instance when I had to corner her and be very blunt; she accepted with meekness. When most would have taken offense, Bev took it as a lesson she most definitely overcame.
I on the other end, not so close to the cross, learned from her, the meekness, the acceptance of knowing your faults and asking God to help. She strove daily to be what God wanted her to be, which is why she became close to everyone she met and those she didn’t meet; they became her friends.
Working beside each other was a blessing and often fun times that I shall never forget. I shall never forget the pleasure of knowing and being Bev Davis’ friend.
She was a advocate for family values, for single women, making a difference in their lives, the struggles, the lessons, the valleys and the mountain tops we all go through. She lived it, witnessed it and helped others to work through theirs.
One of my cherished gifts came after discussing church and verses. I relayed to Bev when I was married and in church, I carried my husband’s Bible, I didn’t have one of my own. On my birthday I received a Bible with my name inscribed and a nice Bible cover from Bev. That meant more to me than anything someone could have gotten me and brought tears to my eyes. This is my very own Bible, from a dear friend who I shall never forget all that we shared. Do I miss her. You would never know just how much I do.
Right now, Bev would be praising God, for some of the problems she prayed about, have came about in a way she would have wanted. Thanks Bev of your many prayers, your many blessings you bestowed upon me and my family. I love you!