According to the dictionary, Bonnie means “fine, attractive, pretty”. It is from the Scottish, which may have come from the French “bonne”, meaning “good”. A nursery rhyme says that “the child who is born on the Sabbath Day is bonny and blithe and good and gay”. I do not know if our Bonnie was born on the Sabbath Day, but during the whole time that I knew her, it seemed appropriate that she be considered a child of the Sabbath.
She was very attractive to me, because of her great love for the Lord and for his people. She was beautiful to me, because of her winsome enjoyment of the life that God had given her. She was good not in herself, but because of the goodness of Christ, her beloved Savior.
Bonnie was an example to me of satisfaction and enjoyment in the Lord. Yes, she had her hard times. Yes, she was a weak sinner, but she was an overcomer in Christ her Lord and a great lover of her family and friends. She never let her hardship keep her from worshiping with her church family, if possible.
She laughed and frolicked with me in the woods of her beloved farm. She loved to play, sing, and dance. Bonnie, my beloved friend, was the epitome of what a lover of Christ should be. A lover of all creation. A lover of mankind as made in the image of Christ. A prayer warrior who stood on the Solid Rock and believed with all her being.
Oh, how I miss her and have missed her ever since I left Ohio in March. Oh, that I could be like her.
Thank you, Lord, for Bonnie.
Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.
— Proverbs 31:30