Love in the form of a stranger

With the hubby gone and with three girls by myself, I was bored. Don't get me wrong, I loved playing with the girls but I missed adult conversation. The nights were lonely, I missed his caressing touch. One Sunday I was in church sacrament meeting having just returned to the pew from one of the various tasks of nursing a child, changing a diaper, or removing a screaming kid, I sat down. I was listening to the sermon when once again someone was crying, making another child cry, or just trying my nerves. I began to cry. All I wanted to do was to spend one peaceful Sunday and be spiritually filled, but instead I was frustrated and exhausted and alone. I cried as I tried to entertain the kids, why do I even come to church, Why do I subject myself to this, when it would be so much easier to stay home and have the same fights with no expectations of peacefulness.

As I sat there wallowing with tears streaming down my face a woman I did not know picked up the toddler and handed her to her daughter and then took the 2nd one and put her on her lap and then took the baby and swaddled her to sleep.She did this without asking me if I needed help, she didn't say a word to me, she just saw that I was in desperation and became my angel. The girls all stayed with her and I was able to listen and more importantly feel the love heavenly father had sent me in the form of a stranger.