In my "little church" that I attend every Wednesday at noon right now in addition to regular Sunday school and worship services, we were talking about Romans 8:28. This story of my precious neighbor went through my mind; but I didn't tell it in class. I want to tell you now (you-hoo. You whoever.)
My neighbor , Ms. D, was born in New Orleans in 1900, the same year the Queen Mum of England was born. I met Ms. D in 1983, when my husband and I moved to Cottage Grove, next door to Ms. D. I only knew Ms. D for about a year, but I got to know her very well. She loved to talk. She was maybe even compusive in her talking. Also, she did not censor herself and her story, at least not to me.
She was taken to the orphanage when she was a baby or little girl, maybe because her parents couldn't afford to raise all of the children in the family. She remembered the orphanage as a place of suffering, not only because it meant abandonment by her parents, but also because the older girls abused the younger ones.
I'll tell you more about Ms. D later, but I'll tell about the Romans 8:28 part now. She was born on August 28, 1900. As she became a strong Christian, and learned Romans 8:28 ("All things work together for good, to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose."), she took that as her "life verse" which she spoke to herself and others and took comfort from at many time in her life. (And believe me, she had many times in her life when she needed comfort.) You see, 8-28 was her bithday.
When her husband was old and had a heart attack, the ambulance came, but was delayed in taking them to hospital by a train. She could only say that verse or the number of it over and over again as they were on their way. Her husband died that day. But she still drew comfort from those holy words of our Lord that she felt he spoke to her personally.