Sylvia

"You talk, I'll listen," she said slowly with deliberation.

Her trigeminal neuralgia was very painful.

I told her some things about the neighborhood,  a story about my family, chattered about Halloween.

She briefly commented on her son and his business enterprise; mentioned her grandchildren coming to visit in their costumes, and wondered - again - because the pain was so intense - if the Lord was trying to teach her patience.

I walked out into the crisp fall air.

I was overcome with gratitude for this dear, dear friend and her goodness, her tenderness, her smile, her love of family and Gospel, and most of all, her PATIENCE.