She was sitting all alone in the diner when I first caught sight of her.
Eating her supper in a booth diagonally across from ours, she looked very at ease, comfortable. Yet, my heart went out to her.
When I am old, if I am eating by myself, I would welcome company.
Seeming to hear my thoughts, she turned and looked at me.
She smiled back.
I shared with Dearest Husband that I felt the Lord’s prompting to go over and speak with her.
So I did.
And we wound up having a little visit. Even brought Dearest Husband over to say hello.
In the moment I approached her, she smiled and extended her hand, and we held hands the whole time we talked.
Like two of the oldest and dearest friends who hadn’t seen each other in many years, but could pick up right where we left off.
Lucy, an 89 year old widow, and me, a 52 year old newlywed empty nester.
We talked about her late husband and our children, and about God and His faithfulness.
Telling her we were newlyweds led to briefly touching upon my broken past, and my Mister’s. Pasts littered with debris and fallout from relationships broken and families splintered. Pasts so dark we doubted we would ever see the light of day. Especially in marriage again.
But God is good.
Gooder than good!
His mercies to us never cease.
His love never fails, never ends, knows no bounds.
And there was so much love in this brief sharing with Lucy. She proved to be a blessing to my heart which just warmed all over! From what she said, her’s did too.
We may never cross paths again this side of Heaven, but I will always remember her as a shining example of white-haired womanhood.
A picture of Grace…
They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green, proclaiming, “The Lord is upright; he is my Rock, and there is no wickedness in him.” Psalm 92: 14-15