Memorial: “20 years ago, the world lost a previous soul”, family remembers Late Pastor Mrs Opatoyinbo

The bond between parents and children is special and difficult to quantify. Losing a parent is one of the most painful experiences one can go through, but there’s no better consolation than the assurance that one’s parent died in the Lord, to ever rest in His bossom.

Today, October 12, 2021 marks 20 years since Late pastor Mrs F. M Opatoyinbo, (Nee Afolayan) left this sinful world to be with her Maker, Lord and Saviour, but she has not left the hearts of those she loved and who loved her.

Her loving husband, children, grandchildren and loved ones are remembering a woman who gave them her all.

Late Pastor Mrs F. M Opatoyinbo was formerly Miss Florence Moronmubo Afolayan. She was from Oba-Isin, Ile-nla Compound, Isin Local Government, Kwara State. The woman of God was married to Revd Doctor Seth Oyedele Opatoyinbo in Ogbomoso, Otun’s Compound, Ogbomoso South Local Government.

She worked as a confidential secretary with JERSEY Motors, Ilorin and later became a full time minister of God in Great Faith Pentecostal church. She was very loving, caring, diligent and fully committed to the work of God.

In the words of her daughter, Sunshine, “We will never get tired of saying thank God for her life because, she was never tired of touching lives even at the point of death.”

“You were the most important, influential, and strong women I’ve had the opportunity to meet. You were a pillar of courage!

The members the of this family agreed to render the song below, as they remembered their a lovely mother they once shared roof with.

My Mother:
Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hush’d me in her arms to rest
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother

When sleep forsook my open eye
Who was it sung sweet hushaby
And rock’d me that I should not cry?
My Mother

Who sat and watched my infant head
When sleeping in my cradle bed
And tears of sweet affection shed?
My Mother

When pain and sickness made me cry
Who gazed upon my heavy eye
And wept for fear that I should die?
My Mother

Who dress’d my doll in clothes so gay
And taught me pretty how to play
And minded all I had to say?
My Mother

Who taught my infant lips to pray
And love God’s holy book and day
And walk in Wisdom’s pleasant way?
My Mother

And can I ever cease to be
Affectionate and kind to thee
Who was so very kind to me?
My Mother

Ah no! the thought I cannot bear;
And if God please my life to spare
I hope I shall reward thy care
My Mother

Who ran to help me when I fell
And would some pretty story tell
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother

Sunshine, you know how much of an impact your mother had on the lives of all those around her. She was incredible and is really missed, each and every day.”

This world is a little more cold without the late Pastor in it and many can’t wait until they can see her again.”

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