I remember so many lasagnas and thinking I am not hungry. Everyone kept saying you have to eat.    My husband prematurely taken from me consumed me;  I retreated into my bedroom seeking solitude.

I look back now and see God’s provision, and I praise Him.  God called in His troops to take care of my children; my family that came in from all over the country; and, of course, me.  I wonder now who cooked and served all the lasagnas.

God truly is “A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows…,” Psalm 68:5 NKJV