One of the first people I met when I moved a year and a half ago was an elderly man who got a little white poodle. We would meet when I walked my dog. My parents told me that he had stage 4 cancer and he was not receiving any more treatments. I was in awe every time I saw him, knowing how he must be suffering. He passed away a couple of weeks ago. His widow called our house today, but my parents missed the call. My mom called her back, but did not get an answer. Later in the afternoon, my mom and I went out for a walk. My mom wanted to go by the widow’s house and was hoping that she would be outside. As we were approaching, she came out of the house. She told us about the difficult time she has been having since her husband died. Today she was having trouble with the circuit breaker, the microwave, and her computer. She had called to see if someone might be able to give her a hand. But she was able to get in touch with someone else and they had been working on it. She said that her husband used to take care of things like that and she did not know what to do. She said she knew it was going to be difficult, but not this difficult. She told us how she and her husband were missionaries at one point in their lives. They even were part of a marriage ministry. They saw people lose their spouses and witnessed their agony. She said if she did not have faith and a relationship with God, she would not be able to make it. She said she goes to Him not just every day, but sometimes every minute. I offered to help her any time she needed, so hopefully she will remember that.

I Found God today in a beautiful witness of love and faith through grief and difficulty.