Believing the best
Many years ago, I was part of a wonderful, small, and very loving church. The pastor's wife was not typical in her appearance or personality. She was artsy, dressed very fashionably, and was forthright in how she spoke to others. And she had a great sense of humor! She wasn't quiet and meek. Nor was she boisterous or unbecoming. When she spoke, I listened. She was a friend and I trusted her. Now since it was such a small group of us, she had time to meet up with me whenever I'd ask. It wasn't often, but when I did, she was there for me. I spent three and a half heavenly years with that fellowship before the Lord moved me to another city. When I told my friend, the pastor's wife, that I felt led to move on, I could tell she was saddened to see me go. It was clear that she preferred that I stay with them - the fellowship - but she wanted what was best for me. And she knew that following the Lord was best for me. Then she spoke such loving words that I will