Widows, Rain, and Children, Oh My!
The women greeted our van with singing and dancing. They ushered us inside and placed us in the only seats in the house. They continued singing, crying out and praising God at the top of their lungs. They sat on the floor as we introduced ourselves. They shared their stories, their lives. And we shared ours.
They poured God’s love into us with their singing. They held us and danced with us.
These were not women with easy lives.
These were widows. Some had children less than a year old still on their backs.
Each of them was at a...
