Until Death Do We Part?

We are so excited to welcome Becky Steiger as our guest blogger! Becky was suddenly widowed in 2015 after an unexpected heart event took her husband home to heaven. She is raising three children (16, 14, 8) while working as a teacher’s aid with preschoolers at her children’s school. She clings to Hebrews 11:1 “Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” (ESV). 

 

 


Words spoken as a wide-eyed bride while facing the one who took my breath away. I vowed to “have, hold, better, worse, richer, poorer, sickness, health, until….

Death Do We Part.”

Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh. So they are no longer two but one flesh. What therefore God has joined together, let not man separate.

Matthew 19:5-6 ESV

God joined together, yet I find myself alone, parted by death. My heart has been shattered. The breath taken from the man who took my breath away.

In the first few months people tried to encourage me: “He’s watching over you. He’s by your side.” and I would silently respond “I wouldn’t want him watching over me now. He is with Jesus.” What was with me now was all “the stuff”. I was in a state of manic urgency to sort, organize, and donate because I knew I would screech to a halt soon and become mired in the memories, confused by the value of “the stuff”.

What makes the man?

Is it the accumulation of stuff? The task I’ve struggled with lately is attempting to sell items that were important to him, but unnecessary to me. I believe a man’s life is not reflected by possessions, and yet I have resisted placing a monetary value on the things that gave him joy. The fly reel and rod bring back his voice and “the one that got away”. An acoustic guitar leans against the wall; a gift to himself for following through on a difficult decision that changed his life forever.

These things do not make the man. They are souvenirs of a life lived the way he wanted to live it.

So perhaps he’s defined by his accomplishments. Triathlon numbers hang from the ceiling in his office. T-shirts, medals, and hats are stored in plastic tubs. The Ironman bag is with him still. Business cards, framed college degrees, and an Eagle Scout award collect dust. Reflections of a man who met his goals, but they don’t make the man.

I sit at the desk he worked at and listen to the gallop of our eight-year-old running through the house. My cell phone announces the sixteen-year-old is on her way home, while another text pops up from our son, sharing his adventures of the day.

And that’s it.

The stuff around me will never come close to the value of the man. His accomplishments give a glimpse of who he was, but his children are his legacy. A life of one, multiplied by three. I see the determination of our eldest to meet her goals, the twinkle of his eyes in our son when he runs in dad’s shoes, and his smile ripple across the face of our youngest, his little “sack of potatoes”.

We were parted by death. I check the “Widow” box on forms, but can’t bring myself to change the relationship status of social media. I wear the ring on my right hand, but still sleep on the left side of the bed. Pictures throughout the house are barely glanced at, but I’m caught off guard by images on an old camera of his broad grin. Another land mine detonates and my heart is pierced again by loss. I want to touch that face again.

It has been eighteen months, twenty-six days, three hours, and twenty-four minutes since we parted.

We were physically separated by death, but not emotionally. I still feel we are “joined together”, as the Scripture stated. This is what makes it very difficult to move forward.

Jesus, we know You joined us together in marriage. Being separated by death is so hard! Give us the strength today to make the difficult decisions with the earthly stuff and help us process the accomplishments of our loved ones. Wrap Your loving arms around us as we grieve our losses. Amen


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And He Did!

Today we welcome our guest Lauren Jones Dugger, who lives in Frisco, Texas, with her six- and eight-year-old sons. She lost her husband to an infection from a simple outpatient surgery in September, 2014. She is a managing director at a public relations firm, serves in her church’s grief and recovery ministries, and loves spending time with her boys.

 


 

So far, 2014 has the record for the worst year of my life. My husband and I kicked off that year with serious marital problems. I had strep throat six times before I had to have my tonsils removed in the spring. And in the fall, I lost my husband to an unexpected death.

But throughout that entire year, I never felt closer to my Savior. I had plenty of loving family and friends who had all the answers to my problems. But I made my decisions based on the direction that God provided me. Everything outside of my relationship with God was noise and chaos. With God, I felt safe. With God, I knew I could overcome 2014 and so could my three- and five-year-old sons.

God Will Step In

After my husband passed, my Christian counselor kept reminding me of God’s love and His promises to His children. Those promises included that He would step in as the husband I didn’t have, and He would step in as the father my children had lost. And He did.

Psalms 68:5 (NIV)

A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.

 

God Will Provide

My counselor also encouraged me to ask God for everything I needed and to be specific. I wrote down all my needs, from great to small, and prayed about them. I asked Him to provide the help we needed. And He did.

Matthew 7:7-11 (NIV)

Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 

For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.

 

Sometimes Jesus was so sweet with me that He would give me clear solutions immediately. Should I sell my house and leave the school my kindergartener had just started? A meeting at the social security office gave me the answer – we could afford to stay. Now both my sons are thriving in their school.

Other times, He revealed Himself through others’ loving acts of kindness. One of my best friends, Melissa, lived an hour away but came to my house every Monday for weeks to help me get through the mind-numbing “business of death.” From making spreadsheets to driving me around town while I was on the phone with AT&T for two hours, she was by my side, encouraging me to get my tasks done.

One of those tasks was changing the lightbulbs in my house. Overlooking that little chore was casting my family into a literal darkness to match the threatening darkness we were already experiencing.  My friend and I made a detailed list of all the lightbulbs I needed, headed to the hardware store, and were able to replace each one.  When the kids got home later that day, it was like Christmas. “We have lights! We have lights again!”

John 1:5 (NIV)

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

And He Did

My fellow widows, God promises we will never be alone. He keeps that promise by keeping His covenant with us. He also provides loving people to walk beside us and behind us, picking up all the pieces of our lives that we’re dropping in our grief.

2014 will always be the year that knocked me down flat and then sat on me so I couldn’t get up. But God could get me up. And He did.

 

Lord Jesus, thank You for always getting us back up and clinging to Your promises. So many life events hit us from every direction. And through these events we want to SHINE in the darkness. Give us strength today to SHINE. Amen


 

 

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All the Pieces of My Life

Please join us today as we welcome guest blogger Julia Wasson.  

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.

Jeremiah 29:11

I entered my boss’s office at the elementary school, no longer wanting to be the music teacher.  I quit! The principal listened as I explained the changes that have taken place in the past twenty-five months. Becoming a widow has altered my life and thought processes, even my trust in God at the beginning.   My ability to happily manage seven music classes a day has been challenged.  

A new season.  I was thrown into a new season twenty-five months ago.

In those first twelve months after his passing, I was surprised at the physical toll his death took on my fifty-six year old body.  My body felt beaten. Every move, every action, took double the thought and focus. The blow of his sudden death shook me to my core while knocking the wind out of me.  

Within three months of his passing I didn’t see how I could return to teaching music.  That “creative flow,” that we musicians count on, had dried up inside of me.  I was functioning in rote.  As a professional singer and musician, my husband had been my greatest fan for over thirty-eight years. Whenever I sang a special in church, or lead worship on Sunday mornings…he was there.  Not having him present at the school children’s concerts  felt like a knife was inserted in my heart.  He had always sat on the front row, loving the experience of watching children perform.  He was there to catch my eye between songs and give me a big hug after a concert. There.  Simply there. 

Since his passing I have taught music for two additional years.  Teaching those music classes has somehow helped me stay connected with him…keeping one more memory alive…of us.    

But sometimes a person must say goodbye. As of yesterday, I’ve added yet one more goodbye.  Necessary goodbyes because of unrequested life circumstances.

I’m blessed that I don’t have to say goodbye to the ranch and the home he and I had built together. But I have had to say goodbye to the expectations, those projects that he and I did together on our fifty acres, for I am just now facing my limitations.  Recognizing what is reasonable for me to physically accomplish by myself and what is not.

I’m blessed I’ll still have a job in the school district.  My new placement is still unknown. My income will drop some.  But I am caring for myself.  Now that I no longer live in the daily tumultuous storm of grief it is time to rejuvenate my physical body while focusing on my spiritual growth. It’s time to focus more attention on my four children and six grandchildren.

I’m no longer frozen in grief and can once again sing words of hope, trust and faith.

Through the pieces of my life without my husband, through the goodbyes I may continue to face, and throughout the new season I am starting to walk in…..God, I know I can trust You.

 


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Share Your Story-Guest Post For Us!

You have a story. A story penned by God Himself. What is it?

You may be a newer widow or a seasoned one. Whichever the case, God might just be prompting YOU to share part of your journey with other widows through our ministry by guest blogging for us.

If you keep a journal, turn back a few pages and read your thoughts that you scribbled down that day you were frustrated at how life had turned out. Read a chapter in Psalms and share what God is teaching you.

Some topics you might write on could be widowhood after a long wonderful marriage,  your widow group at church, dealing with the finances now, something God showed you in Scripture about heaven, a funny situation, or maybe the day your husband passed away and how you got through it with scripture and God. Keep your words centered on God’s Word while letting your creativity flow! (Please keep in mind the generally accepted rules of grammar.)

We would love to help you with the process of writing, so read the guidelines here and email your article to us right away.

Pray about the words God wants YOU to share with others. All of our team of writers began by submitting guest blogs here. We felt the tug of the Holy Spirit on our lives, to write about our widow journey. We are not professional writers. We are just every day women, letting God use our words to advance His Kingdom.

Transformer: The Letter H and Grief

Today we welcome Marilyn Nutter as our guest blogger. If you are interested in submitting an application for guest blogging with us, follow the link at the end of Marilyn’s article.

 

Do not conform to the pattern of this world,

but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.

Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—

his good, pleasing and perfect will.

Romans 12:2 NIV

 

My grandson Quinn ran upstairs and proudly announced, “I learned about the letter ‘h’!”

“What did you learn?” I asked.

“Well, the letter ‘h’ is a transformer,” he answered authoritatively.

“A transformer?” I questioned in surprise. I didn’t expect to hear that word out of his five year-old mouth. “What does that mean?” I probed.

“The letter ‘h’ changes sounds,” he continued. “Like with ‘t’. “If you put an ‘h’ next to a ‘t’ it becomes ‘th’.”

“Oh!” I responded. “That’s an interesting way to think about it–a transformer. Can you give me an example of a word?”

“Three” he answered, beaming. “It happens with‘s’ too,” he said smiling.

“How’s that?” I asked. By this time, I was pleased that he had retained the concept and I could tell that he was excited to share his new information

“An ‘h’ next to ‘s’ makes a ‘sh’ sound, like in ‘shell’.”

“Super!” I said with a big smile and gave him a high five.

Satisfied that he had shared his new information, Quinn went back to the playroom. But our conversation lingered in my mind as I thought about the object lesson he gave me. Transformers. Changes.

Nothing transforms a woman more than losing your husband.

Life will never return to what it was prior to December 23, 2011 when I suddenly lost my husband. There were six hours from the first chest pain to his final breath. Life is irrevocably changed.

Like Quinn’s examples of transformations with letters, I’ve observed personal transformations.

I smile when the grandchildren speak of their Papa and the memories they made with him. I know in some way, they have been transformed by his presence in their short lives. Just last week, Quinn wrote on a valentine, “I love you and Papa.” Our youngest daughter married six months after her Dad went to heaven. God graciously surprised our family with joy and smiles on her wedding day as we celebrated her new beginning. Learning new skills such as online banking, has taken me to a new level. Discussing auto maintenance no longer resembles a foreign language. Researching and purchasing a new vehicle alone surprised me. Buying and selling a house and moving to a new state took me to new levels.

Life is different and God is in my transformation. He gives me the grace and strength to walk through each day, on the days of smiles with my grandchildren, on the lonely days, and on the challenging days when I am compelled to learn new skills.

We don’t deny our multiple losses from the death of our husband, but we can take a step forward when we see moments of positive transformation. Make a list of your steps. Can you smile through tears when you reflect on your personal growth and the accomplishment that comes with learning new skills?

We’re not the same women we were and our life script is different, but His faithful accompaniment and transformations are treasures.

Father God, we thank You for the transformations in our lives. Help us smile today and share Your joy with all we meet, despite our difficulties. You are faithful to love us and transform us into godly women. Amen


 

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The Other Side of the Sob

Today we welcome our sister and former team writer Ami Wickiser to our blog. At the end of Ami’s post is a link for more information if you would like to guest blog for us.


​I watched her greet person after person, carried along by evident grace. She wanted it to be a celebration instead of a funeral. And indeed, the atmosphere buzzed with the hum of conversation while folks enjoyed dinner and dessert. Pictures of a life well-lived filled the space.

From across the room her eye caught mine. And in the span of a heart beat, she was in my arms collapsing under the weight of her sobs. Without words, we stood that way for a long time. I held her tightly and cried with her.

“I know I can let it all out with you.”

Yes, dear one. It’s ok to weep and grieve even amid a celebration of life.

Three years earlier, the same lady was at the hospital when my life shattered, and I collapsed into her arms. We had been alone in the emergency room, Jon and I. But he went into cardiac arrest, and I needed someone to come. Looking down at my phone, there was her contact information. Mechanically, I touched the screen, not completely aware of who I was calling.

She was there when I finally gave a doctor permission to stop trying to save my husband’s life.It was in her arms that I silently prayed, “Yes Lord, He’s yours. I give him back to you.”

Two lives intertwined through the deepest of moments.

But now I was on the other side of the sob.

I can’t say I was fully prepared to dive down deep with her, or that her weeping didn’t recreate a dozen vivid images in my mind.And I can’t say I expected she would let her composure crack and the waves overtake her. But I’m glad she did. For there was grace for her to greet person after person.

And there was grace to weep.

I’m thankful she felt totally safe. And I’m thankful I could share the weeping with her.

On the other side of the sob I realize a few things:

  • I know suffering, that I may be able to suffer with others.
  • I know redemption in the midst and on the other side of the storm.
  • I have been deeply comforted.
  • Praise God for beauty out of ashes.
  • His plans and purposes are immensely beautiful.

Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so the we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as we share abundantly in Christ’s sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too.

2 Corinthians 1:3-5 ESV

 

Comfort. It is the result of resting in God’s sovereignty and loving rule over my life.

Peace. I’m not free from troubles, but I possess a profound sense of well being because God is in control. The one who collapsed, could uphold another. I could look her in the eye and say:

It’s ok to weep. It’s ok to ask questions.

Cling to Christ. He carries.

“You won’t believe me now, but one day it will be better. It may be a long time, but one day you’ll want to live again.”

Jesus turns suffering into unspeakable joy.


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My New Life Calls

Please welcome our guest Erica Kosal today!

Erica Kosal, PhD is an author, biology professor and mom to two young children. Erica lost her husband in June of 2014 after six years of fighting neurological chronic Lyme disease with overlapping ALS symptoms.  Erica has written two books that highlight her relationship with Christ and the power of the inner human spirit.  By writing, Erica has found comfort.  By spending time in nature, Erica has found strength.  And by spending time with her children, Erica has found love.  

 

 


 

But Lot’s wife looked back

as she was following behind him,

and she turned into a pillar of salt.  

Genesis 19:26 NLT

 

I’m living, but my past is dead.  My spouse Jim died two and a half years ago and, of course, nothing is the same.  I look back and remember him, aching for his presence, but at the same time, I know I need to look forward and to the future, moving in the right direction for my children.  

This is a tricky combination.  I know I cannot sit in the past and become stuck in the sadness of Jim’s no longer being here, but I also want to honor him, keep him in our conversations, and include Jim in our lives as much as possible.  

As I reflect on this dichotomy my mind returns over and over to Lot’s wife.  Living in Sodom, Lot and his family lived among some very bad people and finally God had enough.  Angels warned Lot to take his wife and two daughters and flee the land without looking back as Sodom and Gomorrah were to be destroyed.  As the family ran, only Lot’s wife looked back, and she turned into a pillar of salt.  

Obeying God is important as the story told in Genesis reminds us, but I also think that this is an illustration of what can happen if we concentrate too much on the past.  What consequences might come our way if we do not trust God to take us out of harm’s way and give us a future.  If we try to return to our past, when we know we cannot, we can destroy ourselves.  Longing for the past, looking behind, rather than trusting to move forward, can cause us to become frozen and paralyzed.  Sometimes when I feel like I cannot move forward because it is too overwhelming, I draw to this story.  I have to move forward and obey God who is telling me to raise my kids to know Him, to trust Him that my future will be safe, and that a home will be present.  God placed me and my two children in this position, and I have to trust that someday it will be clear why the events of my life unfolded as they did.  In the meantime, I run to the hills with my family in tow and know that if I look back without trust of moving forward, I too can be consumed with grief without finding value in my current life.  I do need to remember Jim and honor him, but I cannot stay stuck in my old life.  My new life calls.

God, I pray that all women who are feeling stuck and find themselves returning to memories of their old life without being able to move forward can be shown Your love in a way around them that reminds them to trust You and to move forward in faith.  I pray that we can honor our late husbands and always cherish the memories we have without becoming consumed by wanting our old lives too much.  Help us move forward and see our futures as ones with meaning and hope.  In Jesus’ name I pray.  Amen.  

 


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My Plans

Today we welcome our guest Evelyn Willis.

 

 

“For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord,

plans to prosper you and not to harm you,

plans to give you hope and a future.”

Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)

 

I’m a planner –a list-maker.   That is one of the things that attracted me to Rick. He was a planner. He was able to clearly articulate his goals for the upcoming year, fives years, and even ten years out.  We had plans. So when Rick died suddenly at fifty-eight years of age, I was lost.  I didn’t know what to do.  It was not supposed to happen like this.  This wasn’t part of my plan.

Rick and I met through a mutual friend in December of 1982. We began dating in January of 1983, he proposed in March, and we married five months later.  It was a whirlwind!  I knew he was “the one” because I had a list of things I was prayerfully looking for in a husband and Rick quickly checked off most the things I was looking for.  So we began to plan our lives together.  We planned where we would live so that our children could go to the best schools possible.  We planned family vacations.  We planned quarterly get-a-ways to keep our marriage fresh.  We planned for college for our children.  We made plans financially so that we would be set in our retirement.

We had plans!

We planned to travel.  We had planned to grow old together.

What I hadn’t planned on was being a widow at fifty-two.  I hadn’t planned on kissing my husband as I left for work only to get a call before lunch that he had collapsed, never to regain consciousness.  I hadn’t planned on burying my husband five months after our thirtieth anniversary.  I hadn’t planned on being a single mother.

This is not what I’d planned, Lord!

I was lost!  I cried out to God in my anguish.  What was I supposed to do without Rick– my love, my best friend, my covering?  What now, Lord?  We had plans!  Then the Ultimate Planner, the One who knows the number of my days, who knew me in my mother’s womb, spoke to me so clearly.  He reminded me that His plans for me did not die when Rick died.  He still had a plan and a purpose for my life.  That word spoken quietly to my heart did not solve all my problems or alleviate all my pains and questions, but it did give me a reason to hope.  Enough hope to keep moving forward.

For now, that will have to be enough… And it is.

I can begin to plan again.

Father, thank You for the plans You have for our lives.  Help us to trust You as those plans unfold for our good.  In Your name,  Amen.


Evelyn Willis lost her husband Rick suddenly on January 8, 2014.  They had just celebrated their 30th anniversary.  They have 3 sons, a daughter, and 2 grandsons. Evelyn is an elementary school teacher who loves reading, singing, and walking her  two Shih Tzu doggies.

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Rock Collecting

Today, please join us in welcoming our guest writer, Marilyn Nutter.


While visiting family out west for the Christmas holidays, Marilyn found retirement dreams with her husband interrupted when he suffered a fatal heart attack on December 23, 2011. In her new journey, she has found God’s mercies and faithfulness real each day (Lamentations 3: 22-23). She is the mother of three adult daughters, grandmother to eight and lives in Greer, SC. The author of three devotional books and a contributor to compilations and on line sites, Marilyn also serves in women’s ministry in her church, facilitates a Grief Support group and posts encouragement on her personal blog.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

Ecclesiastes 3:11 NIV

Whenever it rained, my neighbors experienced run off in their yard. A retaining wall wasn’t needed, but a landscaper suggested piling rocks in the area to keep excess water from flowing into their yard and soaking the grass. So after our usual morning walk, Lanette and I drove around our neighborhood to look for rocks.

We scouted a couple of vacant lots in our new housing development and found rocks in different sizes, shapes and colors. We had enough to fill the trunk of her car. They looked like just a pile, but once her husband placed them in the backyard, they became an attractive and functional arrangement.

My grief and loss journey has been, and I am sure will continue to feel, like “rocks” at times. There are the hard moments, moments where waves of sadness come-when my husband’s absence is profound, such as at the births of two grandsons.  Sometimes there are short, “smaller” moments, triggered by an aroma or even passing a product on a supermarket shelf, that bring memories.  My eyes fill with tears, I have a lump in my throat, or a momentary knot in my stomach. There’s awareness of loss when I tackle a project that is out of my skill set or I see couples holding hands. Other waves may be longer—a cloud I can’t shake on a lonely weekend. There are big moments—holidays and special occasions, where loss is so large that everything else is obscured.

But…there are days when I go to lunch with a friend, spend time with my prayer group, go to the beach for a girlfriends’ getaway, am inspired to write, redecorate a room, play with my grandchildren and yes, laugh.

Like those rocks in my neighbor’s yard, some moments are large, sharp with jagged edges that hurt. Others are smoother and colorful. I have joy and sense healing. The different moments are all necessary and “functional” to move forward in the winding labyrinth of grief and mourning.

Grief experts remind us not to be stuck in our grief, that grief is a journey, not a destination.  I guess being stuck is much like leaving my grief “rocks” in the vacant lot or in the trunk of a car. Instead, the beautiful arrangement in the right place made a difference and created a picture for me. When I realized the rocks had functional and aesthetic value, I reminded myself that God has purpose in my loss and grief path. God is accompanying me on my journey; the large, sharp and hard moments combine with the smaller smooth ones. Splashes of color accentuate the arrangement.

As I progress, the larger rocks become less sharp and less prominent. They move to the background. It is part of the grieving and mourning process. It’s part of developing my story to make something beautiful in my life, especially to see that God is trustworthy. In moving forward and healing, I find grace in each rock and my developing story gives grace to others.

Dear Heavenly Father, sometimes we can only see the jagged “rocks” in our lives, piled up with no purpose.  Help us to see all the events, good and bad, happy and sad, as part of our stories in making our lives beautiful for Your glory.  Amen


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God of All Comfort

We are excited to welcome today our friend Rebecca Ramsey! Rebecca came to our conference in 2016. Join us in welcoming her!


Blessed be the God and Father of mercies and God of all comfort. Who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as we share abundantly in Christ’s sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too. 2 Corinthians 1:3-5 ESV
 Have you ever met someone seemingly at a random moment in time, not thinking that anything would ever come of it, only to have God bring that meeting full circle a year or more later?
I met a lady in the grocery store over a year ago; she saw me using coupons and asked me a question about them. I remember telling her I would add her to the coupon group I was a part of on our social media page.
Somehow the fact that my Dave had passed away the week prior had come out in conversation. She literally gasped and asked me how I was even standing, much less shopping. I simply said, “My kids still have to eat.”
We became “friends” on social media but I never heard from her personally again until last month…a year after our “chance” meeting.
She posted about her losing her husband and my heart just broke for her instantly. I commented (still not remembering who she was) by explaining that I totally understood how she was feeling, and to message me privately if she needed an ear to listen or a shoulder to cry on.
When she messaged me, she told me part of her story and asked how I’ve done it…I told her, “One day at a time, one step at a time, even one breath and prayer at a time.”
I have messaged her every few days since then to check on her– I don’t want her to feel invisible like I have so many times in the last year. Over the last few weeks I’ve tried to figure out where I knew her from and how we became “friends” on social media but I just couldn’t figure it out. Until last week when she messaged me, telling me how I had touched her heart IN THE GROCERY STORE  last year! WOW!! It all came back to me, and then I saw how God’s plan through meeting that day had come full circle!
God has held me, walked with me, and comforted me in so many ways through my grief journey. He brought me to this point so HE would be able to use me to speak to my friend’s heart through her own grief journey. Am I still broken? Yes…Do I still miss Dave so much it hurts sometimes? Yes…Do I have it all figured out? No…BUT GOD DOES and HE can still use me as a cracked vessel and, oh! the flowers that will grow because of Him using our cracks to water the seeds that had been planted before we got there…because He knows and prepared the way ahead of time!
Father God, You give us comfort through Yourself but also through other people we come in contact with. Sometimes we receive comfort from others and sometimes we are able to give comfort to others. Show us divine appointments today in what might seem like coincidences. And give us boldness to proclaim Your strength through us. Amen

 

Rebecr Ramseyca Ramsey is a 36 year old mother of 3 children; 2 sons and 1 daughter. The two oldest of those children she recently adopted. Dave, her husband of nearly 10 years, passed away 13 months ago after just a few months battle with cancer.  In the last year and a half, her strength and faith has been tried but God has brought her through and continues to bless her and her children just as He promised He would. She feels led and hopes to work more closely with other widows and those grieving a loss in the near future.