BUT I CAN STILL PRAY

For years, my husband and I taught Sunday school. We were both very outgoing and loved to pour ourselves into other people. We found a great way to do this was to lead a class of married couples.

At first, it was rather intimidating, having to speak in front of others, knowing that our marriage had its share of struggles. But we loved the Lord and honored Him in our marriage, and that is what we wanted to pass on to these younger couples.

For over thirty years, we led various small groups of people that were usually much younger than us. It was so much more than the time we had in class. We got to know everyone on a very deep and personal level. We invested in them. We’d check in with them all the time. We’d get together and pray when they faced a challenge. We’d share meals together and really get to know their families. These couples became our “Christian children.” The bonds we formed have lasted a lifetime, and have been such a blessing.

My husband passed away six years ago after almost 57 years of marriage, and my health has deteriorated. I now live in a retirement community in an independent living apartment, and can’t make it to church because of my physical pain.

But even though I’m not able to see these dear friends as often as I’d like, I can still pray for them. And I do, every day.