I knelt in the cemetery, my heart heavy with grief and sorrow. My beloved had departed a fortnight ago, leaving me inconsolable. Tears streamed down my face as I lifted my gaze heavenward and asked the Lord why He’d seen it fit to rob me of my happiness. Why had He taken my Edgar away from me after eight months of marriage and made me a young widow with no children and soon to become homeless as Edgar’s family was determined to turn me out of the home we shared because I was a foreigner? Oh, Lord, have mercy on me. Let the ground open and devour me.
Some times the Lord acts in ways we can’t understand but we have to continue to trust that He knows best.