Waiting on the Lord: A Widow's Two Quiet Hours
Illustration★★★★A pastor says: “In Virginia, just after the war, I knew a sweet and aged gentle woman who had lost her former wealth. She had been reduced to poverty by the storm of blood and steel that had swept over the land. I never met her that I was not warmed by the glow that transfigured her noble face. I never talked with her that I was not uplifted and strengthened.
I never heard her utter a moan or a single weak complaint. She was busy in ways that had not been hers in youth, but her strength was equal to her day.
I ventured to ask what she did with her mornings, for I had discovered that she was never disturbed after she went to her room and closed the door, when her early housekeeping duties had been accomplished. She said simply, ‘It has always been my custom to spend two hours every day in reading and meditation, waiting on the Lord, not asking Him for things, but sitting still so that He may speak to me.’
No wonder that this saintly matron had not only her daily bread to the end of her days but also her daily flowers to distribute to neighbors and friends.”
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The point
A poor widow who lost everything in the war spent two quiet hours daily simply waiting on God in meditation, and her radiant, uncomplaining life became a testimony to others.