Larry and I were part of the Grace Fellowship family under Pastor Bob Yandian. Many years of attending and family members growing up together made us close, with ties that are still connected. I'm sure Larry (my husband) could write a book on all the missionary memories that involved Karen and George Bean. I have been on just a few missionary trips. Definitely not my calling. However, I do remember Karen as a force to be reckoned with when it came to ministry. She loved it. Every part of it. Especially, leading a mission team. She was very organized and Larry was a "fly by the seat of your pants" kinda guy. Though different in their methods of operation, they worked together to be on the ready when asked to minister. The mission field, like the battlefield, makes close companions. One time here at home, Larry was in the hospital, and he wouldn't settle for anyone but Karen to pray with him. He needed to join arms with the prayer warrior he knew she was. And just like any other invitation to minister, Karen was there. One memory of Karen I personally hold dear, was right after we adopted our daughter, Melissa, back in the mid-1980's. She was almost four years old and waiting for her forever home. Her prognosis at the time as a "failure to thrive" child, was she probably wouldn't do well physically, or be capable of finishing her schooling. Well, Melissa didn't know all that and Karen didn't believe that apparently. During the adoption process, Melissa was her first name, she had a middle name, and our last name. We couldn't imagine changing her first name, so we decided to give her a meaningful middle name as part of her new beginning in our family. I remember talking to Karen about it. She said she always liked Abigail from the Bible, which means "father's joy". We all agreed on Abigail. Even so, we mostly called her Melissa. However, every single time Karen saw Melissa at church, Grace School, or at a get together, she called her Abigail. Then they both grinned, like it was their secret connection. Karen was a special grown-up friend to Melissa, a place of belonging and a person of unconditional love. Upon reflection, it was as if Karen was declaring Melissa to be her "father's joy" and "our Father's joy". Melissa has lived up to her middle name; she carries joy and laughter wherever she goes, no matter how her day is going. The rest of the story...Melissa did finish school, went on to higher education and into a career in hotel management. God blessed Karen Bean with a lot of drive, wisdom, courage, strength, joy, love and laughter to share in her lifetime. And there are many who are thankful that we were included in her journey. ...Josanne and Larry Moore