I was nervous driving up to the house on the hill. When we
pulled into the dirt road I noticed a small pond in front of the porch. A thin
white-haired, blue-eyed woman greeted us at the door. Her name was Zella and
she attended the same church that my birth son’s parents attended. Nancy, my son’s adoptive
mom, had shared my situation during a prayer meeting at church. I needed a place
to stay for the remainder of my pregnancy and wasn’t sure where I, along with
my 2 year old, could go. After the prayer meeting Zella approached Nancy and
offered her home. She had recently lost her husband and had the space in her
home (as well as in her heart) for a broken 19 years old and her toddler. I was
nervous and curious about meeting her. She knew nothing about me except the
fact that I was placing my baby for adoption and that I’d already had a child.
My circumstance was not an ideal one at all. I waddled into her home where she
invited us to sit in the back yard. She brought a tray out with lemonade and
cookies. As she brought out the tray I noticed one of her arms was a bit
paralyzed and she walked with a bit of a sway. She immediately set me at ease
with her soft spoken manner and her gentle wrinkly eyes. She asked a little
about me and she shared about how her husband Ernest had passed away 6 weeks
prior. At the end of our meeting she offered my son and I a temporary home. She
had a fruitful garden near the front of the house and it seemed so peaceful
there. I was relieved to have a temporary place to stay. I didn’t know it at
the time, but GOD had sent me to the home of a widow for my provision. Emmanuel
and I moved in with Zella and she would cook meals for us and I would watch her
make a salad with things she had grown herself. I was impressed with how she
knew so much about so many things. After staying there for a few weeks she
played a cassette tape of her husband’s funeral. We both sat in the kitchen and
quietly listened as one by one people spoke of her husband. At times she would quietly
wipe her tears and at other times she would smile. I was sad for her and at the
time thought to myself how fortunate she was that they lived to be married so
long. After the tape ended she went on to share how they had planned to do things after his
retirement and all that changed when suddenly he was gone. Besides
cooking and keeping a home, Zella showed me unconditional love. If she ever had
an opinion about my life choices she certainly didn’t treat me with any
disapproval. She treated me as if I was an important guest and not a teenage
girl in chaos. As the day approached to have the baby she was the one who
helped me with Emmanuel. When I returned home from the hospital I was able to lock
myself in the room and just recover emotionally as well as physically. She
quietly tended to Emmanuel and would bring me food on a tray. I would lay there
weeping and she gave me the space to do that. When the time came for me to
move back home I left with a deep appreciation for Zella. I admired her, she was
no longer this grandma that opened her home, but she represented what I wanted
to become. A loving, upright woman of high character. To me she embodied Proverbs
31 all the way through. As the years went on and I grew up I was proud to call
her and share with her my victories. When I went to visit my birth son for the
first time she was there. A few years ago I went back to visit my birth son and we were able to have lunch with Zella. She had gotten older, moved
a little slower, and had added a few more wrinkles around her blue eyes. Her
gentle manner was unchanged as well as my admiration for her as a woman of God.
Today, I got the call from Nancy informing me that Zella had gone home to be
with the Lord. I admit that I am sad at the loss for such an amazing woman. I am
so thankful to the Lord for allowing our paths to cross, especially at a time
when I can honestly say my life was a mess. I’m thankful to Zella for showing
me His love when I desperately needed it. I can say that she had an influence on my relationship with God. She loved the Lord and it was evident in the manner in which she lived. I'm thankful, so thankful for this amazing woman!
Proverbs 31: 30-31 Charm is
deceitful and beauty is passing,
But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.
31 Give her of the fruit of her hands,
And let her own works praise her in the gates.
But a woman who fears the Lord, she shall be praised.
31 Give her of the fruit of her hands,
And let her own works praise her in the gates.
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