Why Am I Here?

Until tonight I thought I was here to heal my cancer.  But tonight may have revealed to me that I am here for something else.

As I started to settle in for the night, 8pm, I heard the faintest sound.  Something did not seem right.  I was not completely sure that it was not someone's television.  Nosey me started to explore.  And I found my friend Joque screaming.  Her husband had just, moments before, passed away.

As I sat there with one arm around Joque and one arm around her deceased husband, Steve, I searched my heart and soul for the words to help.  All I knew was to start praising God and to lead Joque in that direction as well.

I met Joque and Steve my first day here.  They were here from Nigeria.  Steven was an attorney there and they have four school aged children.  I could tell that Steve was pretty sick and had learned over the last few days that he was on a little more morphine than I am on.  I have spent several hours over the last few weeks cheering them up and helping them see God's grace in all of this.  I was happy to know that they were very strong christians.

So, tonight, I knew that Joque would want me to stay with her.  What I did not know until a few minutes ago is that Joque is a pastor of a church in Nigeria.  I could not believe it.  Why had she not told me this and why have I been counseling her?  Either way, I was honored to be there to help her through the worst moments of her life.

My heart breaks for my new friend and I sure hope that I said the right words to help.