I had only spoken to Marcelle a time or two in passing by while she worked outside in her flower beds. I lived a few miles away. Her yard was always excellently kept and what a sweet spirit. When she passed, and was on my mind in prayer, the Holy Spirit said to me after my testimony of her goodness in the earth, "and I will come to meet her in my whitest whites". And, I thought what a wonderful, beautiful thing for the Lord to say. All these years later it came back to mind on Yom Kippur, a day of atonement when white was worn by the people of God. I believe the Lord delighted in her.