Saying Yes to God!

It was May of 2002,  I was sitting at St. Mary's Hospital Chapel for the service of all the deaths that occurred the previous month with my family.  I was attending the service to honor my son who did on April 1.   My son who was born to early due to my appendix rupturing while pregnant.

The service just ended and something inside made me go over  to this woman who was crying.  I knew in my heart that she wasn't crying over a death of a grandma.  (Now I am not that type of person who would go up to people.)   So I went over to talk to her.  God must have known that we both needed someone to support each other.   This woman lost her daughter who was full term.  She lived in the same city as I did and she only lived a few blocks away.   We talked for awhile and we exchanged phone numbers and address.

A couple of days later, I called her and we started our journey of grief together.   To this day, we are friends.   We both  went on to have another child and our daughters are in the same grade together. 

But I realize now it was God telling me to do this.  God wanted me to meet this woman.  He wanted me become friends with her.