She stood there lost in her own thought as the worship service was going on. I have seen that look over and again; the face of the wife whose heart, womb and hands yearns for a child of her own. I thought of what she was going through tears filled up my eyes. Not of pity but of compassion.
She was just an acquaintance, I had known for barely a year.
I am privileged to be with Rosilind over at her blog today. Please continue reading there: