Skip to content
Facebook X Instagram Threads

Welcome, friend! I’m so glad you’re here!

Shalene Roberts

  • About
  • Blog
  • Books
  • Contact
  • Freebies
  • Photography
  • Podcast
Shop

Welcome, friend! I’m so glad you’re here!

Shalene Roberts
Faith

Remembering Kim Jones & Wedgwood Baptist Church

Twenty-three years ago, my dear friend Susan Kimberly Jones (Kim) was taken from us too early in a shooting at Wedgwood Baptist Church. That night is forever etched in my mind. My roommate and I walked out of a TCU FCA meeting into the sticky, hot September night. Immediately, we heard that a shooting had occurred at a youth rally at Wedgwood.

Kim was there. 

I won’t forget the frantic calls to cell phones that went unanswered, the drive over to Wedgwood in an attempt to get news, any news. I can still picture the scene. I can hear the sirens; I can glimpse the blinding lights casting a pulsing hue over the landscape dotted with first responders. We couldn’t get close. So we turned around and went back to campus. We called and prayed and prayed and called. And then … silence. Just a deafening silence. No returned calls. No assurance of safety. Nothing.

Then in the early pre-dawn hours that silence was shattered. A phone rang. First mine, then my roommates, then mine again. And in that moment, in that space between sleep and wakefulness, I knew. My roommate answered. Anguish rose in our chests and spilled out in gasping sobs.

The next days were a blur of mourning and moments remembered and a memorial service that celebrated the life of a girl who lived her days completely abandoned to the Lord. The tragedy of it still undoes me.

And yet … Kim’s story doesn’t end with tragedy. Hers is a story of victory! Because through it all … through the loss and the blinding heartache and the searing pain, there is an unexplainable peace that comes with the knowledge that Kim’s departure on this earth heralded her arrival into the arms of Jesus!

Kim died in a worship service … the curtain that separates this temporal life from eternity tore in half for her … and in that moment, she was ushered into the presence of the Lord. One minute she was picturing Jesus; the next she was face to face with him!

Jesus … the one Kim loved with a passion and a conviction that was contagious to all who knew her! To know Kim was to know Him: the Redeemer, the Rescuer, the Savior, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, the Lion of Judah and the Rock of Ages. He greeted Kim, and we rejoiced in that truth. 

We rejoice still in that truth.

The summer before Kim went home to be with Jesus, she preached the good news of the Gospel to a small audience in Saudi Arabia. By the miraculous grace of God, that teaching was recorded. Since Kim’s parents worked for an oil company and lived in Saudi Arabia at the time, the Saudi government allowed that video to be broadcast on Saudi TV. We will never know this side of Heaven how many lives were changed for eternity because of Kim’s words. 

If you’ve never examined the claims of Jesus, if you’ve never looked into His life and considered submitting yours to Him, then on this anniversary of Kim’s home-going, consider doing just that. Examine His words and the words others have written about Him. Examine what historians and those who have sought Him and found Him have had to say. Good places to start include Lee Strobel’s “The Case for Christ”, Josh McDowell’s “Evidence that Demands a Verdict”. And then, say one prayer. “God show me.” Simply ask him to show you Himself. Then get ready to listen. Because if you truly tune your heart to hear, He will answer. 

Life doesn’t make sense without Jesus. Death makes even less sense. Without Jesus and the promise of eternal life in His presence, Kim’s memory would be marred in tragedy. But because of Jesus, that’s not her story … that’s not OUR story. 

Kim’s life did not end on September 15, 1999. She simply passed from this life into the next. And so we celebrate Kim with the knowledge that she is very much alive and whole and in the presence of Jesus for eternity! Because of Jesus, Kim’s story is victorious! And yours can be too! 

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.” ~ 2 Corinthians 5:17

/ / /

Like what you see here? Then please consider sharing! You may also want to check out my first-ever children’s book, Bruce the Brave. Now available on Amazon! 

For more content like this, connect with me on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter! To receive more encouraging posts AND get a free printable, enter your e mail in the box to the sidebar at the right. Then just click “I want to Follow F&C!” Be sure to check your inbox for the confirmation and the link to your free printable. You can also follow F&C on BlogLovin’. 

Share this:

  • Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook
  • Share on X (Opens in new window) X
  • Share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram
  • Print (Opens in new window) Print
  • Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email
  • Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads
  • Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest

Like this:

Like Loading…

Related

Post Tags: #faith#Kim Jones#Wedgwood Church

Post navigation

Previous Previous
To the Mom who Feels Sad at the Start of the School Year
NextContinue
God Qualifies the Called

Hey! It is nice to meet you!

  • Bloglovin
  • Facebook
  • Instagram
  • Pinterest
  • Twitter

Search by Category

  • Anxiety
  • Birth
  • Bruce the Brave
  • Design
  • Faith
  • Family
  • Feast
  • Finding Beauty
  • Free Downloads
  • Gifting
  • Gracious Homemaking
  • Health
  • Holidays
  • Homeschool
  • Intentional Motherhood
  • Natural Living
  • Photography
  • Read
  • Travel
  • Uncategorized
Search

31 Days Advent Anxiety artwork autumn Belize bible study birthday children Christmas composing beauty Easter faith fall family fear finding beauty Fourth of July free freebie Free Downloads Friday Freebie gifts giveaway grace guest post Holiday holidays homemaking Lisa-Jo Baker mom motherhood mothering natural living October Parenting pose Prayer Raising Kids reading group recipe Travel unprocessed weekend whole foods

In just three week, these kids who i love with my In just three week, these kids who i love with my whole heart will walk across a stage. They will accept a diploma, shake a hand and move a tassel from one side of a graduation cap to a next. Every single one of them is bound for a beautiful, bright future, and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Lord will bless them and go before them. Their friendships have been the richest blessing in my son’s life. So how am I supposed to say goodbye? 

Thirteen years to 3 weeks has give by in the blink of an eye. 

#momlife 
#senioryear 
#gradution 
#seniormom 
#grownandflown
It all ended last night. A decade and a half of sp It all ended last night. A decade and a half of spring seasons spent beneath the Texas sun atop a red dirt diamond ended in one final out. When they’re younger and the years stretch before you, time feels luxurious. You think you have so many games left. And then you blink, and they’re a senior. And suddenly they’re playing in their last play off game. 

It ends in the blink of an eye. And no one can prepare you for the heartbreak of it. I’m so proud of him and the way he finished well, but I will miss these years immensely.

#seniormom 
#momlife 
#baseballmom 
#senioryear 
#raisingteens
Tonight I watched him step up to the plate for the Tonight I watched him step up to the plate for the last time. Play offs. Single elimination. Down by 1. Last inning. Two outs. And the batting line up just happened to fall to him.

Nothing prepares you for that.

He took a breath. The weight of an entire lifetime spent in red dirt hinging on this moment. He set his face like flint to that pitcher. The ball left the glove, and he swung. 

Strike one. 

He stepped away. Reset. Tapped the base. Then set himself once more. He swung, hit a line drive and sprinted headlong towards the base, setting his foot atop it just a fraction of a second after the first baseman caught the ball.

The final out. 

Nearly 15 years of our lives ended beneath stormy skies on that Dallas baseball field tonight. We’ve spent every spring since he was old enough to hit a ball sitting along a baseline. And it all came to a final conclusion in one out.

I asked him later what it was like with that pressure. The weight of it all on his shoulders. He told me he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. “I wouldn’t have wanted one of the younger players to have had to step into that,” he said. 

Several years ago, a finale like that would have crushed him. Tonight, he saw the challenge, rose to it, and left with his head held high despite defeat. 

I wish we had another game, another season, another victory. All these last senior milestones have a way of ripping your heart right out. But in the end, who I’ve watched my son become through a decade and a half on the baseball diamond is even better than winning.

#seniormom 
#motherhoodunplugged 
#baseballmom
#senioryear 
#momlife
No one can prepare you for this, this ebbing and f No one can prepare you for this, this ebbing and flowing of emotions, this elation mixed with sorrow. Senior year. District playoffs. Single elimination. There is no next season. And the ache of that realization is desperately hard. 

#senioryear
#baseballmom 
#graduation 
#seniormom 
#classof2026
Twelve years and what feels like the length of an Twelve years and what feels like the length of an entire lifetime ends in just three and a half weeks. 

#seniorsunday 
#senioryear 
#momlife 
#thisismotherhood 
#graduation
Follow on Instagram
  • About
  • Blog
  • Books
  • Contact
  • Freebies
  • Photography
  • Podcast

© 2026 Shalene Roberts - WordPress Theme by Kadence WP

  • About
  • Blog
  • Books
  • Contact
  • Freebies
  • Photography
  • Podcast
Search
%d