A couple years ago we met a new family at soccer. As we were talking about our common love for Christ, our common activities, and our common friends, I shared that I am a widow.
I don't always share my widow status with others. Never wanting to garner pity, I prayerfully consider before sharing this fact. Is sharing this part of my testimony going to be beneficial to them or to me...or would it simply be some sort of stumbling block, causing a sense of difference between me and them.
This day I was rewarded for my sharing with a picture that has stayed with me since then.
That dad, a big, strapping guy, military reservist, currently in law enforcement, was nearly undone at the thought that my little boys did not have a daddy here on earth. He looked at me, not with pity, but with a compassion that stirred my soul and still gives me a warm feeling when I remember on it, coming close to tears as he reflected on boys growing up without their dad. And right then I knew what kind of father he was.
And, as usual, it got me to thinking.
Jackson is currently reading Johnny Tremain by Esther Forbes. In it, one of the characters, Mrs. Lapham, continuously talks about her "poor, fatherless girls" as a pity play.
Now, I could go there. I could pity myself. I could bemoan my state in life, the lack of a dad here for the boys. I could see this even with our friend and just one more example of how much we are missing.
I choose instead to see hope.
I see in this friend the fact that good men do exist. Strong fathers exist. Men care about others.
It may not be in God's plan to give us another man in our lives. But it may be. Only He knows at this point.
Regardless, He's got it covered...my life, and that of my boys...and He will give us what we need.
Of that I am absolutely certain.
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God. Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. - Luke 12:6-7