Originally posted on ministryandmotherhood:
As I left the preschool, I passed a woman who was crying. Hurrying, needing to get to class, I barely stopped to ask if she were OK. I must have still been walking even as I asked – and I smiled and nodded as she responded merely that she would be.
I left the building and was walking across the parking lot when my feet stopped and something powerful turned me around– very suddenly, it felt.
Finding the woman inside, I stopped to look at her face and asked her how I could help. In this stopping and asking I learned that she was afraid she was losing a pregnancy.
Because I responded to the realization that I must go back, because I stopped and turned and sought out her face, I had the privilege of sitting with a woman who was anxious and afraid, and who needed someone who understood…