to look after orphans and widows in their distress….” James 1:27a niv
My friend Ginny B always said she was too young to be called a widow. She decided to turn the word around. She’s a Wodiw (Wow-Dee).
That’s my new identity.
I’m single. My husband died, but I’m not old—don’t want to age in mind or spirit. (Unfortunately, I can’t stop what time is doing to my face and body.) I’m excited about life and I’m blessed because several friends have taken God’s Word literally. They are looking after me.
One ministry team comes once a month—I make a list, they tackle what they can. Last month two men trimmed the bushes in my yard, re-lit the pilot light in my furnace, replaced batteries in my smoke detectors, fixed the leak in my outside faucet and said they’d come back to sand and paint my back steps. They are also repairing my broken cement sidewalk.
The people who come to my house vary in age from teens to retirees. All have prayed for and with me.
When husband died I wondered how I’d survive staying in my own home. Wish husband were here to see how God is taking care of me. I’m a Wodiw, able to do many things and grateful for help for those tougher problems.