A World of Lost Love

<p>A few minutes before my wife died I found myself wishing for time to resolve our two issues which we hadn’t talked about. Falling in the bathroom and breaking her hip was one. She felt I should have run into the bathroom and saved her. I was not prepared to save her psychologically and didn’t have time.</p> <p>The other issue was a rape eighteen months before at the city swimming pool in the dressing room. My lady was a young seventy-six years old with Hepatitis C and blind. She had no strength to defend herself from a large and muscular woman assaulting her because of a failed friendship. I might have hurried to save her from falling and I did not take her trauma from her with love and through Jesus Christ. I was inhibited and failed her in her fall. I would have no freedom to live on if we hadn’t been saved by Christ by the understanding I carried in my face. I sat down near her and prayed for Jesus Christ to come into my sorrow in my face.</p> <p>My lady opened her blind eyes and saw my feelings with Christ of sorrow and smiled instantly twice with a huge happiness that I’d never seen in her for over forty-five years of marriage. It was a smile of goodness and happiness that she gave me an image of my wife ten years earlier when she hadn’t experienced rape. I thank my lady and Jesus for giving us this wonderful ending to her life and the resolution of our conflicts.</p>