When I first began attending God's Church in the early 1970s, a woman who seemed old to me at the time "adopted" me and took me under her wing. She was a most remarkable woman. She was married at 17, but when she learned God's truth years later, her husband gave her a choice: their marriage or the Church. At a time when women did not strike out on their own, she and her sons had to live alone because she rightly chose God. She chose to live as a "spiritual widow" rather than remarry, yet she did not pity herself. She was happy and outgoing. Almost every week, you could find her entertaining brethren at her home after services. She often prepared a big Sabbath meal for her guests. It was very difficult to leave her home without her having given you something.