for Joyce Duke Moore
August 21, 2010
An angel passed Tuesday!
Her name is Joyce Duke Moore, of Oil City.
Those who know me know Joyce because Joyce
touched my life in the most profound way —
perhaps more than any human being.
She taught me how to think, how to talk and how to
love myself unconditionally and not to feel guilty for
all of my shortcomings.
When Joyce came into my life, I was 31 years of age
and living in Vivian.
Our children went to a small school together, and
we became so close that she visited me almost every
day. My favorite one-liner was, "If I want Joyce to
come, all I have to do is turn the coffee pot on and
she would be at my door."
I was so insecure, as a minister's wife, at that time.
Having grown up in an orphanage and carrying the
weight of being born to a brain-damaged mother
was not an easy cross to carry because I felt I was
being judged by my unusual background.
What I didn't know, Joyce taught me. I don't even
think Joyce really knew what she did for me. I think
God used Joyce to teach me so many things.
Joyce taught me that it was OK to open up and talk
about my childhood. What shocked me was how she
came back again and again after I spoke openly
about the hurt in my childhood. I thought I had to
keep that hidden beneath my mask along with my
darkly dyed hair that I began dying when I was 21
due to my premature silver hair.
Joyce taught me!
Joyce taught me that God is real and that he lives
and moves and dwells in our very being.
She taught me that we are already in heaven though
walking on this Earth.
Joyce taught me that "you get what you say!" With
each passing day, this philosophy impregnates my
life more deeply as I only say what I want to happen.
(My main mission in life has become to share this
philosophy with others because what we say makes
all the difference in what we receive within this life
Joyce gave so much of herself and will live on
forever in my heart and in the people I am able to
touch through what she did for me and continues to
I spoke with her daughter-in-law Mae Moore on
Monday and told her how I felt.
Joyce was a real person and, for that, I am grateful.
Oh, and one thing more: Joyce even ran for mayor of
Vivian back in 1982, I believe. Of course, she lost
but gave it her all-time best.
Joyce taught me that if I want something to happen
to just begin thanking God in advance. It took me
more than 30 years to learn this lesson. It was only
when a dear family member was having problems
that I forced my mouth to say "Thank you, God, for
helping my child!" After I began saying these words
before the blessing came, I felt a tremendous load
lifted and I called my son and he said, "Mom, I don't
know what happened but it is like a miracle
Sarah Hudson Pierce