I thumped the watermelon. Should I buy it? As I picked it up and studied it another older Lady perused the melons too. We became acquainted. Her accent belied the fact that she was from Kentucky, and her name was an unusual one: Alka. We discovered we were both widowed twice. And, amazingly, we both accepted Jesus when We were thirteen. Alka can no longer drive and lives with her Daughter. She finds the arrangement difficult and her Countenance was downcast. We shared the heartache that only another Widow can understand. I held the sweet, sad lady's hands and Prayed with her. "I wish we were neighbors," she said. I agreed with her. And I wish I hadn't bought the melon. I had to return it. |