Sunday, the oldest lady in our congregation walked slowly to the front of the chapel. As she approached the steps to the podium, the Bishop stood up, walked to her, and gently supported her back as she put first her cane, then her right foot, then her left, on the stair. It was such a tender, gentle thing to do.
Another random act of kindness.
Sister Edith then told us about falling, and all the things that could have gone wrong but did not. She did bang up her face, cut both her eyes (you could see where her glasses had knocked into her forehead--there were two reddish semi-circular scars above her eyebrows), and get a concussion. But she didn't break a hip, crack her skull or lose any vision or teeth. She remembers thinking as she fell, "Oh, God, no!" She said that she felt that while God couldn't take this trial from her, he did make it happen with the least impact possible.
Sharing this was a random act of kindness done for me. I remembered how, after my first husband left, the Bishop our Milwaukee ward gave me a blessing. He said that God couldn't take the trial from me, but he could help me through it. Edith's testimony of the goodness of God reminded me of this experience.
It also reminded me of something else the Bishop told me that same day, now over 17 years ago. He said that someday I would look back on this time and rejoice. I laughed at him then. I'm still not rejoicing, but I don't feel so badly about it anymore.
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