Patricia Banton Ivie

Patricia June Banton Ivie was born in Richmond, Virginia on October 14, 1926, daughter of Earl Winfree Banton, Sr. and Mattie Alice Hall Banton. The Lord called Pat home on Saturday, September 28, 2019. At the age of 14, her family moved to Washington, DC where Pat became active in Capital Hill Metropolitan Baptist Church. It was there she met Arnold W. Ivie whom she married on June 14, 1947. God blessed the Ivies with two daughters, Gail Ivie Clark (Lincoln Clark) of Waldorf and Janice (Jan) Ivie of La Plata. Arnold went to be with the Lord on June 8, 1981. For nine years, Pat worked as a secretary at the Federal Reserve Board in Washington, DC. She resigned to become a full-time mom. In 1969, she became the first secretary of the Potomac Baptist Association where she served for 25 years. A member of the First Baptist Church of Waldorf since January 1963, Pat served at various times as pianist, organist, Sunday School Teacher, and on a number of committees. She also helped with music in the kindergarten in the 1960’s and was a pianist for the Children’s Worship Program for a number of years. Visitation on Thursday, October 3, 2019 from 2-4PM and 6-8PM and where Funeral Service will be on Friday, October 4, 2019 at 11AM at First Baptist Church of Waldorf, 10045 Bunker Hill Road, Waldorf, Maryland 20603. Interment to follow at Trinity Memorial Gardens, 3221 Mattawoman-Beantown Road, Waldorf, Maryland 20601. In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the First Baptist Church of Waldorf. Pat’s favorite biblical passage was Psalm 139: LORD, you have probed me, you know me: you know when I sit and stand; you understand my thoughts from afar. You sift through my travels and my rest; with all my ways you are familiar. Even before a word is on my tongue, LORD, you know it all. Behind and before you encircle me and rest your hand upon me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, far too lofty for me to reach. Where can I go from your spirit? From your presence, where can I flee? If I ascend to the heavens, you are there; if I lie down in Sheol, there you are. If I take the wings of dawn and dwell beyond the sea, Even there your hand guides me, your right hand holds me fast. If I say, “Surely darkness shall hide me, and night shall be my light” Darkness is not dark for you, and night shines as the day. Darkness and light are but one. You formed my inmost being; you knit me in my mother’s womb. I praise you, because I am wonderfully made; wonderful are your works! My very self you know. My bones are not hidden from you, When I was being made in secret, fashioned in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw me unformed; in your book all are written down; my days were shaped, before one came to be. How precious to me are your designs, O God; how vast the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the sands; when I complete them, still you are with me. When you would destroy the wicked, O God, the bloodthirsty depart from me! Your foes who conspire a plot against you are exalted in vain. Do I not hate, LORD, those who hate you? Those who rise against you, do I not loathe? With fierce hatred I hate them, enemies I count as my own. Probe me, God, know my heart; try me, know my thoughts. See if there is a wicked path in me; lead me along an ancient path.

Patricia Banton Ivie

October 14, 1926 - September 28, 2019