It was a few days before Valentines Day; I was hanging construction-paper hearts in the windows of my apartment when the phone rang. It was my brother, his voice shaking, Daddys been in an accident. A part of me died with my father that day I found myself asking God why questioning everything
The next few days flew bye in a blur of visitors, and arrangements for the funeral and such. It was very surreal I was completely on auto pilot.
I remember one week after the funeral, I was over my Aunt Bettys house. She had made some of her home-made cookies. She sat down with me on her sofa, and we talked. (Aunt Betty had lost both her husband and her mother within the same week many years back, leaving her alone with her two children.) She spoke of her life of service in the church. How she found so much joy in giving and being a part of the parish. As I sat and listened to her, I was ashamed that I had ever questioned the Lord and His plan for my father and me.
With the help of my Aunt Betty, I came to realize that my auto-pilot was the Lords way of carrying me threw one of lifes trails.
Over the next few months, and even now, I watch my Aunt Betty every Sunday at church. She is always being of service, baking her cookies, and making crafts for every fund raiser. She is there before services start, and there after. She visits with my grandmother and other people from our community that cant get to church she spreads the Word every where, and seems to be giving endlessly.
Aunt Betty is the true definition of steward.