We have been neighbors for 30 plus years. Two families living side by side. Yet it wasn't until the recent death of her husband that our hearts somehow became connected.
Married for 64 years and now suddenly alone.
My heart mourns for her loss.
He was her first and only boyfriend, her best friend.
I could sit and talk with her for hours, listening to her stories of the past.
She needs to talk and I know that so I let her. I enjoy listening to her.
I think we don't have that much in common, yet I find out we do. Two women finding our way in this world.
Two mothers of sons. Hers are grown adults now, mine are still so young. She wears the experience and wisdom that I have yet to embrace.
She is a widow, I'm a single mom.
She isn't very mobile, so we help her by bringing in her mail and taking care of her garbage. We do this not because it is the right thing to do, but because it is what we want to do. It is what Jesus would do. To help and serve and love thy neighbor. To bless those in need around us instead of focusing on our own needs and agendas.
She talks. I listen.
I talk. She listens.
In some way, we need and help each other.
Our visits are brief most days since I am pulled back to work or a child calling. It fills me with joy to see her face light up when I walk through her door and I am humbled that God would use us to help her even if it is very small.
Have a blessed day!