My friend Lucy. When we met in the airport in Zurich last week, I thought perhaps she was a little disoriented, confused maybe.
Thinking I'd be a gentleman and lend a hand, I offered to escort her to her gate. She sweetly acknowledged the offer (but she didn't really need the help).
She's a tough African grandmother with a lifetime of being strong, facing every circumstance, and trusting her heavenly Father through it all. We had a couple of hours, breakfast together, and frank conversation about life and what's important. Great lady, dear sister, and a walking testimony to the power of a loving God.
I spoke with her sister this morning who told me the rest of the story. Lucy gave her life to feed and educate her children. She never had a new dress, she cooked from scratch, she never had a day off as best I can tell.
I spoke with her sister this morning who told me the rest of the story. Lucy gave her life to feed and educate her children. She never had a new dress, she cooked from scratch, she never had a day off as best I can tell.
She journals. You can imagine the magnificence of that story. She prays, and quits whining. She says of her heavenly Father, "He heard me; He'll handle it."
What a powerful life!
