A weak bladder and God's grace

Alright. I admit it. I'm one of those people that have weak, cranky bladders. It cries out for relief day and night. I kid you not...I go potty more than any person that I have ever met. Even the sound of water sends me running to the bathroom. As do long homilies. I rarely can make it through a Mass without getting up to go to the ladies room. The funny thing is:
God uses my weak bladder to help people in need. I'm serious. I swear that God plants people in the back of the church that need help and then gives my bladder a nudge... because it happens too often to be a coincidence. Even my husband thinks it's weird. I either run into someone sobbing in the back of the church [this was a woman who had no food for her kids among other problems], homeless people, or sick people. This past Sunday was no different. I almost skipped Mass because I was feeling so bad... but I hate missing Mass so I dragged myself in. Halfway through the Mass I had to go to the bathroom, so I got up and went to the ladies room. On my way back I ran into a little old lady. She called me over and said, "Can you help me?" and handed me a miniature wine bottle. She pulled a little cup out of her purse and waited expectantly for me to open the bottle. Her whole body was shaking. " Oh, Lord, what's going on here?" I thought to myself.  I felt Him nudge me to open the wine bottle, so I did. I smelled nothing. Now, I have supersonic hearing and a supersonic nose so I realized that there was no alcohol in the bottle. Still, I asked her, "What is this for?" Much to my shock she started crying and her story spilled out between sobs. She had Parkinson's Disease and forgot to take her medication. The little wine bottle was filled with water but she couldn't get the cap off and needed help. I helped her take her medication and asked her if there was anything else I could do for her. She cried even harder. She looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm afraid to die." She was 86 years old and terrified of death. My own eyes welled up. I spoke to her for a while about God and promised to pray for her. [Actually, I was praying frantically in my head the whole time this was going on.]  This seemed to help and gradually she calmed down enough to go back into the church. I hugged her and asked God to bless her and remove her fear.

Things aren't always as they seem. Perhaps God was showing me this truth and helping a frightened elderly woman at the same time. No wonder He tells us not to judge.