I was singing along to "Be Glorified" by Tim Hughes in the empty comfort room. I felt like praising God for the wonderful talk I had just been a part of (written in my previous post).
The jolly security guard, who I always loved seeing since he looks like a huge teddy bear, suddenly came in with a lady that I usually work with. They seemed to be checking her niece's Facebook page.
"OOoOoh she beautiful! Dang what a woman!" the security guard would say as the lady put her niece up on a pedestal. Apparently the lady was a good matchmaker and had previously set up 13 successful couples together. This was her next project/mission.
After the security man had left, I curiously asked her about it. I'm not really sure exactly how the conversation went, but it unknowingly ended up on the subject of her recent divorce.
She shared how the man she had loved was influenced by a power-hungry cult that claimed to be a church. The authorities abused their power and attempted to control their marriage. The "church" stripped them of their money and property for their own personal use, such as buying themselves fancy cars. They also had these strange rules in which you had to abide by or else you would be considered unholy and a wretched, unforgivable sinner. In the end she couldn't take the drama and opted for the divorce, which the church had wanted all along since they disapproved of the marriage.
She currently has two children, one of them diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Her ex-husband, who is now autistic, lives in a separate room under the same house. She is the primary caretaker and breadwinner, even for the ex-husband. She cooks, cleans, and supports him financially since she promised her mother-in-law (who died in her arms!!!!!!!) that she would always take care of him.
Seeing this broken woman, who had suffered so much in her life, tore my heart apart. Because of this experience, she had turned away from Catholicism and religion altogether.
When my shift was over, I didn't have the heart to just walk out like I usually did. I couldn't think about leaving this lady alone when she had willingly spilled out all that was hurting inside of her. I wanted to give her a big, warm hug but I knew I was too awkward and shy to do so. I'm not exactly the type to be physically affectionate when it comes to comforting people. Instead, with a few words of encouragement I told her that God was with her throughout it all. In the end, there would be no more suffering and she would be rewarded for everything that she had to endure.
"Yes, I know God is watching over me. Although I may not have the best relationship with him right now, I still believe in His goodness and existence."
Discernment is so important. There are some corrupted people out there claiming to speak truth and do God's will when in reality they're ruining lives and unlawfully using His name. Know the Truth through God and His Spirit alone.
I'll also ask for prayer for this woman. She is definitely still in need of healing.
