Jesus the Other Sun

Guiding me along the lighted path…

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Rosy, my beautiful inspiration!

I was an expert on loss at that time in my life.

Pregnant with twins, two-thirds of the way through my pregnancy, I was rushed and sedated at the hospital. I had severe pre-eclampsia. In the 20th week, I lost one baby  and in the 26th week, the other. Two baby girls. Gone.

A year and a half later I miscarried in my third month.

Throughout, I continued to lose more vision.

Then, when I didn’t think I could lose any more, my Egyptian husband decided he wanted a divorce. So I lost my marriage. My precious marriage that my husband said he’d never “in a million years” trade.

Like most people living on autopilot, I didn’t notice how scattered I felt in my life.

But someone else did.

My congregation and I had just finished a sunrise Easter service. I sat  in a spot along a rocky cove  on the Arabian Gulf in the United Arab Emirates where I lived. The early morning sunlight felt good on my face.  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Rosy, an Indian woman in our group. She adjusted her dupatta modestly around her neck and straightened her salwa khamis (tunic and pants) before approaching me.

“Do you need someone to cook and clean your house part-time?” she asked.

The thought of a young, able-bodied, recently-divorced American woman needing someone to cook for her seemed absurd. I turned her down flat.

“I will see if you change your mind,” came her calm reply.

A week later, something made me approach Rosy again. “I think I can use  someone, after all.”

What surprises  awaited me those first few days after hiring Rosy! I walked through the door to find my home transformed.

Aromatic spices and exotic dishes filled with Indian delicacies greeted me: fish, lentils, rice and homemade chapattis. Each room looked tidy, and the animals, which had all been fed, rested comfortably.

Best of all, I had someone to talk to.

It soon became clear that Rosy had a knack for organizing. As she began to put my house in order, God worked through her to put my life in order. During mealtimes, while keeping busy with little tasks in the kitchen, she built a bridge to me–slowly leading our talks to deeper waters, to the heartache I had been hiding.

With a broom or cloth in hand, Rosy listened and spoke about God’s presence.

Her confidence never wavered and God’s voice shone through. We discussed topics I needed to apply to my life to move forward: forgiveness, prayer, seeking His word.

Through our dinner talks, my faith deepened. I never knew why she stayed so late to serve me dinner. But she knew.

Rosy worked for me until I left the Middle East three years later. She encouraged me to reach out in lands I never dreamed I could. I organized a mission trip to Kenya.

“Before I came to you,” Rosy confided one day, “I prayed God would show me the one He wanted me to serve. God chose you.


“Yes. You lost all your babies and then your husband left you.  I feel very sad. But now even though you lose more vision, you are not lost in the same way as before. You never feel completely lost when you have Christ to love you into wholeness.”

I matured because my sister Rosy inspired me daily.

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14 thoughts on “Rosy, My Inspiration

  • March 10, 2014 at 2:01 am

    Powerful story of love and hope. It reminded me of the Bible story about Ruth and Naomi. Women can inspire and help each other. Thanks for sharing a slice of your life.

  • March 10, 2014 at 2:21 am

    And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of his glory in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:19

    Praise God for sending Rosy to you. May he continue reveal Himself to you in amazing ways.

  • March 10, 2014 at 2:22 am

    Aww, this is such a lovely story. Thank you for sharing it with us, and I’m happy for you that you and Rosy found each other. Bless you both. Peace.

  • March 10, 2014 at 2:27 am

    Yes, such a story of hope of women supporting each other in times of loss! I want to read that story of Ruth and Naomi again.
    Thank you for reminding me.

  • March 10, 2014 at 2:30 am

    Yes! He certainly did that. It is amazing how out of such loss, the spindly tree can grow strong.
    Can you believe now I speak on loss and faith?!

  • March 10, 2014 at 2:31 am

    Thanks for your words of encouragement, Jeanne.

  • March 10, 2014 at 3:12 am

    Awe, thank you so much for sharing!

  • March 10, 2014 at 4:10 am

    Amy, that is such a beautiful story. God brings the people we need into our lives at the perfect time. Thank you for sharing.

  • March 10, 2014 at 5:19 pm

    How beautiful! I’m so glad Rosy was there for you at that time. This is a reminder to all of us to be aware of how we might serve others who have lost so much.

  • March 10, 2014 at 5:59 pm

    You are so right. Rosy listened to God’s voice and didn’t let my response deter her. She waited on God to change my heart and then in her beautiful way went about rebuilding my broken trust. Yes, Rosy had such an obedient heart. She brought everything to the light for God to examine.

  • March 10, 2014 at 6:04 pm

    Hi Beth,
    Isn’t that amazing that God places people in our lives like that?
    And what touched my heart so much is that she prayed about who God wanted her to serve and she said God chose me.
    And she obeyed that prompting! Even though I initially put her off.
    Thank you for reading my story.

  • March 10, 2014 at 6:05 pm

    What would our world be like without gentle spirits to mentor and nurture?
    Have a great day!

  • March 11, 2014 at 4:23 am

    Hello Amy,

    This was a very heartfelt story. Here’s to a long life with you and Rosy! Thank you for sharing! Much appreciated!

  • March 12, 2014 at 1:37 pm

    Hi Nate,
    Thanks! Amen! I’m forwarding these comments on to Rosy. I’m sure they are encouraging her!

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