Marge Continues To Live: The Story Of The Woman Who Opened Her Heart And Home To Me
The Light That Shined In The Darkness: The Story of Marge, a Godly Woman
When I first arrived in America, I was broken. I had fled from the violence, hate, and torture of Africa with only the hope of finding safety, belonging, and a chance at a new life. But I was wrong. The streets of America, as cold and unforgiving as they seemed, were just as hostile and unwelcoming as the world I had left behind. With no money, no family, and no friends to turn to, I was left to survive on my own in a strange land.
It was then that I found the warmth of God's love through the kindness of one incredible woman—Marge. I met her on Facebook, a woman whose soul radiated the love of Jesus. I was lost, afraid, and uncertain of my future, but she reached out to me in a way that can only be described as divine. Despite her own struggles, Marge offered me a room in her home, a sanctuary in the midst of the storms that surrounded me.
Marge’s house was a place of refuge during that cold winter, a place where I found not just warmth, but an outpouring of love and care. She fed me when I was hungry, clothed me when I had nothing, and most importantly, she showed me that God’s love knows no boundaries. Marge never asked for anything in return, her actions spoke louder than words—she simply wanted to help, to give, and to serve.
But evil forces soon pushed me out of her house, tearing away the only shelter I had known. It was a painful experience, one that left me back on the streets, colder and more isolated than before. Yet, in the darkest moments, I remember Marge’s kindness. Her love was a flicker of light that has stayed with me, even in the harshest conditions.
Today, as the cold winter bites and I lie on a cold concrete slab, homeless and unwanted in the streets of America, I remember Marge. Though she passed away many years ago, her legacy lives on in my heart. Marge showed me the true meaning of love—love that doesn’t ask questions, that doesn’t judge, but that simply gives. She was a reflection of the love of Jesus, and for that, I will forever be grateful.
In the midst of my suffering, I hold onto the memory of her kindness. Though the world may seem unkind, Marge proved that there is still goodness, still light, still love in this world. And even as I face the cold, her love continues to warm my soul, a reminder that God’s grace is always with us, even when we feel alone.
Thank you, Marge, for being my angel, for showing me that there is still love in the world. I will never forget you, and I pray that your kindness continues to inspire others, just as it inspired me.
