Recently, I had about an hour's wait in the airport before I could broad my plane to St. Louis. I sat next to a friendly woman, and we struck up a conversation. She asked me a few questions about my family. Then I asked about hers. She told me about her son and daughter, both teens. She talked about their many accomplishments and said that they gave her a lot of joy. When I asked about her husband, she told me he had passed away several years ago.
We stopped talking for a few moments. Then, I looked at her again and said: "You don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but I was wondering how you got through your husband's passing. You seem so strong and happy. How did you find peace?"
"I did exactly what he's doing, " she said, pointing out a man nearby who was reading a Bible. "I dug into my Bible and read it through and through. I clung to every word." She went on to tell me that although she'd attended church her whole life, she never really knew God until after her husband had passed on. Through this hard experience, she'd learned how to lean heavily on God.
