Elizabeth Lee Wilson Wood, was born May 11, 1938 to Homer and Lura Wilson, in the Three Forks Community of Belton, TX. She grew up an only child because her older brother Homer Lee, Jr., lived a few days before going on to Heaven. God closed this chapter of her life Tuesday morning, December 1, 2015 in the Wesleyan Nursing Home, Georgetown, TX to open it for eternity.
Libby's parents raised her in Belton. She married and moved to Euless, TX in 1959, where she lived until 1976, when her family relocated to Round Rock, TX. She devotedly raised three children, Carolyn, Patti and James. She enjoyed being a caregiver to children and was a blessing to numerous families. Elizabeth was a member of the First Baptist Church, Round Rock, where she served many years. She taught Sunday School many years and God used her to influence their families. Libby moved to the Wesleyan Nursing Home in 2006 after strokes took their toll on her body. She participated in Chapel, Activities, Residence Committee, and encouraged many other residents over the years, until it was evident that many residents now encouraged her.
Elizabeth is preceded in death by her parents, Homer and Lura, her brother Homer, granddaughter Rachel May, and many aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. She is survived by her daughter Carolyn, and son-in-law Ray May of Waco, daughter Patti Beard of Round Rock, son James, and daughter-in-law Robin Wood of Georgetown, 8 grandsons, Samuel, Daniel, John, Matthew, Noah, Caleb, Peter, and his wife Ruth May, all of Waco and Justin Wood of Leander, 4 granddaughters, Hannah May of Idaho, Martha, Joanna and Mary May of Waco, and 2 great-grandchildren, Nathan and Alyse May of Waco. She is survived by friends of many years, and treasured every friendship. A special thank you to those who loved and cared for Ms. Libby many years in the Wesleyan Nursing Home.
Elizabeth, better known to some as Libby, was a wonderful mother. I remember coming into the kitchen as a young girl hearing Moma singing, among other songs, Every Day with Jesus, while she cooked supper for her family. She made sure we completed all of our school lessons. She worked with us until we knew our spelling for test day. Moma required that our lessons be written neatly. I remember she colored with Patti and me many winter evenings. Our teachers knew they could count on Mrs. Wood to help her children. I remember one of my teachers didn't want me to write so small that she needed a magnifying glass to read it, nor did she appreciate my penmanship taking up a line for just a few words!
It took Moma time to convince me I needed to write within the boundaries, but she succeeded!
Moma taught my Sunday school class in 5th grade. We were challenged to memorize Bible verses. The girls in our class complained that Moma helped me more. As a result, Moma required me to recite ALL my scripture memory in Sunday School, while the other girls could call her on Saturday to recite the verses. She found rides for us when we wanted to go to church since she didn't drive. Moma encouraged us to read our Bible every day and pray. She was active in mission work, learning and giving of herself generously. We went up to the church so she could help the other ladies collecting and sorting, boxing and labeling clothes and supplies to send to missionaries in the summertime.
She was there when we came in the house wanting to talk. "MOM!" I yelled out, "where are you?" She rounded the corner, "WHAT?" Moma took walks around the block with Patti and me when the kitchen was cleaned after supper. We enjoyed stopping to visit with neighbors on our walks. I remember talking too much one day after we got home from school. She told me to be quiet so the other 2 could have a turn! She made us our favorite birthday cake and made us feel special. Her meatloaf, fried potatoes and pinto beans were outstanding! Everyone enjoyed Libby's rolls, and requested them and her carrot cake.
She had a physical infirmity most of my life, but she never complained, even when we accidently kicked her sore toe or bumped a finger. We knew she loved us. She gave sacrificially for us to have what we needed when times were difficult. Moma enjoyed collecting family genealogy and spent time at family reunions collecting and verifying information. She wrote letters to people to find out more about our family history. I have many genealogy pages she filled out, always seeking to learn more. In the last year, when I came to visit her on Sundays, she enjoyed hearing what all the kids and Ray were doing. If I had a problem, she listened attentively and responded, "Take it one day at a time and let the Good Lord take care of it. That's all you can do, Baby." I thank God for Moma, her care, her example, and her love.
PS. I asked her last Sunday if she wanted everyone to come have Christmas with her on the 13th. To my surprise, she said no! Moma, don't you want to see the grandbabies? Oh, I don't care! She knew she was going to be with Jesus instead.