G
ifty* lay in bed, wondering why she kept waking up at three o’clock each morning to the sound of crying. It was her third night working as a household helper for a non-Christian doctor’s family. She breathed a quick prayer and began groping her way through the dark house toward a balcony from where the sobs seemed to be coming.
After months of the pandemic, jobs in the Middle East were scarce for international workers, so when Gifty was offered a position working for Dr. Zehra, she knew God must have a purpose for her.
In their first meeting, Dr. Zehra matter-of-factly described some of her family’s needs. Her husband, also a medical doctor and the chief financial officer of their medical care business, had recently had two strokes following a severe case of COVID. He was left paralyzed on one side and had suffered almost complete memory loss. Their seven-year-old son needed attention as well. The family was under overwhelming stress.
On the balcony, Gifty spoke softly to the form huddled on the lounger. “Miss, how can I help you?” Dr. Zehra lifted her tear-stained face to Gifty and began pouring out her heart. She was trying to carry on the business alone. Her son needed a family, but he had only her. The brilliant man Dr. Zehra had married no longer recognized her. And that week, she discovered she had breast cancer.
Dr. Zehra talked on as Gifty silently prayed. The more Gifty heard, the more she knew what Dr. Zehra, a secular professional, needed.
“You must come with me to church this Saturday. We need to be there at eight o’clock.” Even though services didn’t begin until ten-thirty, Gifty always arrived early. Dr. Zehra thought a moment, took a deep breath, and suggested they leave at seven o’clock to ensure they were on time.
When Dr. Zehra stepped into the silent sanctuary that Sabbath morning, she entered a world she’d never experienced before. The rising sun burst through the tall east windows of the church and splashed gold across the old wooden pews. The stark white walls reflected the warmth. She had stepped into a place of peace.
Brother Aladin was already there. He always came to church early, too, guitar in hand. He began singing. Songs of praise, comfort, patience, and hope enveloped them for hours while they waited to worship with the congregation.
As Sabbath School time approached, more members began arriving, and Gifty introduced Dr. Zehra as if she were family. There was a Bible study group in which Dr. Zehra felt safe enough to open her heart, share her journey, and cry. She heard a sermon that comforted her. She and Gifty stayed by for a long and blessed afternoon. Dr. Zehra had never known anything like it. That night, for the first time in 10 months, she slept through the night.
That Sabbath was Dr. Zehra’s first simple step in a journey of hope. Her challenges haven’t changed much, but she is learning that everything is in God’s hands and that He loves her family. Dr. Zehra still cries, but she doesn’t cry alone. She has been adopted into the family of God. Her son has found “brothers.”
Each week, Dr. Zehra meets with her new friends to learn about a Creator who cares for her well-being. She is also learning to live more healthfully.
Gifty didn’t work for Dr. Zehra long after that Sabbath, but she accomplished the work God had for her to do. When she made her way to the sound of sobbing on the balcony, she was doing her part. That first Sabbath morning, when Dr. Zehra followed her to church, Gifty knew God would do His part. Today, as Gifty watches Dr. Zehra grow, her heart is satisfied that God will continue the beautiful work He has begun.
*Names have been changed.
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