Remember her today

Today I met a very sweet little lady, around the age of 65, needed a walker for support.
I was working at the store, and she was browsing through a rack of shirts on sale. She and I got to talking, and it was then she said "I do love the sales. Especially like to shop when I'm depressed."
My heart sank with concern, she looked up and said "And honey, I'm depressed."

"Are you okay?"
"My husband just died." She sifted the racks a little longer, finding the only shirt she liked to be a little too floppy. It was pronounced a floppy shirt, but she carried it along anyway, telling me she'd wander over to the next aisle.

I followed her, to wish her a good day, and tell her if she needed a walk to please come upstairs to kidswear and find me. I'd love nothing more than a walk with her.
She looked at me with tears that she wouldn't quite let flow.

I am pleading with you, Father, bring that woman back to the store. I don't know even her name, just that she's the precious woman with a leopard print blouse.
Lay it on her heart that she come back. Cross our paths again.
I get the feeling she's dealing with this heart ache all by herself, and I can't bear that. She can't do it alone. She needs support, she needs You.
Please let us have a walk together. Please Daddy...please.