I won't lie! Yesterday was hard! After decades of walking into a Sunday School with Rob, I was beginning the new year solo.  I over-compensated with smiles and class decorations, but all the while, my heart was throbbing. There would be no rolling my eyes at Rob's perennial fact about himself, I met Ferris Bueller's Ben Stein in an elevator, knowing most of the students would be thinking: Who? ...no watching him, arms crossed, banter with Karen, no comparing notes after class.
My class, a great mixture of personalities, lifted my spirits.  
After hugging each one of them (they don't get a choice,) I scoped out the other classrooms with Mama B and our director, Stan.  Suddenly she looked at Stan as if she had seen a ghost.  As usual, I kept chatting and then, my eyes caught sight of it! Rob's old, worn Bible, sitting on a brown paper-covered table.  I had not seen that Bible for years and wondered what had happened to it.

Among the scribbles of junior boys, pages of Scripture, treasure my husband pored over and lived out week after week lay.  I was not alone. God had provided a beautiful reminder that I carry Rob everywhere I go. Again, I am overwhelmed by my God who is detailed in his provision. I wonder what Rob's "so what" would have been after this unexpected object lesson. Many, LORD my God, are the wonders you have done, the things you planned for us. None can compare with you; were I to speak and tell of your deeds, they would be too many to declare. Psalm 40:5