God has given me a difficult gift.
He has seen fit to place me in the company of widows.
I try to be an honest comfort. This isn’t a fun ride and telling someone, “It’s all gonna be okay,” won’t cut it for long.
God also gave me an allergy to bullshit.
I usually offer a listening ear and my limited experience. Sometimes I can help in more material ways.
Today I was able to “volunteer” my sons to help on a farm owned by a recent widow. We are exceedingly busy, but without five days a week consumed by school, we are able to open days to service oppotunities like this.
As a bonus, they’ll get to bring home a little goat’s milk.
