Wendy Brewster Moseley

1949-2021

"Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints." Psalm 116:15 
Wendy Brewster Moseley departed to be face to face with the Lord, passing peacefully in her sleep on October 10, 2021. She is survived by her sisters Christine Moseley, Susie Jacobson, Lacy Belden, and Heather Hughes, and her nephews, Tim Peterson, Chris Burris, and Chuck Burris. Wendy is a child of God through faith in Christ Jesus, the One who declared, "I am the resurrection and the life, he who believes in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live." John 11:25 
Wendy was born to Susan B. and Robert C. Moseley in Salt Lake City, Utah on November 27, 1949. She received her Bachelor of Arts in English from the University of Utah in 1973 and Juris Doctorate from the U's College of Law in 1983. Several years later she moved to San Francisco, and, in 1989, was admitted to the California Bar, the U.S. District Court, Northern California, and the U.S. Court of Appeals, Ninth Circuit. 
San Francisco remained Wendy's beloved home for over thirty years where she lived a full life in her love for the Lord and His perfect love for her. Wendy enjoyed reading, walking every day, and singing God's praises as a tenor in the choir of The Episcopal Church of St. Mary the Virgin, where she also served on the Altar Guild and as a lector. She was a vivacious personality, a trusty confidant, a thoughtful gift giver, a magnificent letter writer, an insatiable reader, and an exacting editor. Her fun-loving, energetic spirit lives on in the memories of the friends and family she has left behind. 
Wendy kept on her desk a poem by Bishop Charles Henry Brent, in which he responds to the question "What is dying?" with an analogy of a ship that "sails to the morning breeze and starts for the ocean". As the ship "fades from the horizon", someone on the shore exclaims that she is gone, but the poet rejoins "gone from my sight, that is all; she is just as … able to bear her load of living freight to its destination. The diminished size and total loss of sight is in me, not in her; and just at the moment when someone at my side says, "She is gone", there are others who are watching her coming, and other voices take up glad shout, "There she comes" – and that is dying." 
"O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting? …thanks be to God who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." I Corinthians 15:55-56