Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold , all things are become new.
2 Corinthians 5:17 KJV
It’s been five years and seven months since my husband, Bill, got promoted to Heaven. When he let go of my hand and took the Savior’s hand and walked into Glory, I was a different person than I am now.
I was a planner and organizer then. I planned everything and had a back-up plan for the plan. I researched everything and made lists. I was goal oriented – results based. I was a rule follower; a goodie-two-shoes, if you will. A loyal person who dug in when the going got tough. I was bitter sometimes; judgmental, at times.
Then, as my life with Bill was snatched away, I felt at times I was left with nothing…no one…empty…alone…
As I wandered the beginning of this grief journey, I was adrift. I was numb. I was so empty and aimless.
I remembered how my Bill always got back up. He always took the next step. There might be a lot of time between steps, but he always took the next step. He also always looked to the Savior. I wanted to honor him and the brave life he lived and, in an effort to gain focus, I thought about what made him so special and that’s what came to me. So, because I didn’t know what else to do, I just tried to live each day in an honoring way to Bill. Step by step; minute by minute; moment by moment , I walked this path looking up at the Savior and thinking about how Bill would have reacted in my situation.
Then days turned into months and months turned into years and I continued this step by step, the looking up approach. I started to breathe on my own. I found myself laughing more. I cut my hair. I started buying new clothes. I changed my makeup brand. I started trying to do things that challenged me and pulled me from comfortable to uncomfortable.
I am not a singer…so, I signed up to sing a solo at church. I (with the help of my friend, Eileen) pulled out a rock garden and put in a mulch bed with plantings. I installed a four foot by fifteen foot backyard above-ground pool. I put together an 8-drawer dresser, nightstand, desk, and two chairs for my daughter’s apartment. I raked my front yard tree leaves (21 bags). I scraped and painted a spot on the wall that was damaged. I replaced a door knob.
All of these things are new things I’m doing and learning, and they are adding to me and changing me. This “planner” was just a few days ago called spontaneous and impulsive. People say I’m “funny and must not have a care in the world”.
I share all of this to tell you that on this journey I have changed. At first, I thought I was doing what Bill would do. But, now, I see that it was Christ the whole time. Refining me. Loving me. Still working on and in me. Christ made this journey possible and needed me to take it in order to mold me into who I am today.
In Christ, I am a new creature. The old has passed away and the new is here. I’m enjoying getting to know the new person I am in Christ.
Dear Lord, I am so grateful for this journey. I am so grateful for Your ability to mold me into a new creature. Thank You!
Sherry Rickard is a writer/speaker with A Widow’s Might/aNew Season Ministries, Inc. Sherry lives in the Washington DC area of Virginia. She works in the professional community management industry and is very active in her local church. She has one daughter who is 19 years old and just completed her freshman year at college. She also has a dog, Sophie, and a cat, Brandon. Sherry lost her husband on February 14, 2011 to cancer after a bone marrow transplant did not engraft. God has called her to this ministry to share the Hope that only comes from a personal relationship with Jesus Christ. It is Sherry’s hope that Christ can shine through her and that Christ can minister to those who have a similar journey. She is still here, so God has a wonderful purpose to fulfill with her life.
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