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A New Year…Another Try

“I know you well; you aren’t strong, but you have tried to obey and have not denied my Name. Therefore I have opened a door to you that no one can shut.” – Revelation 3:8 TLB

Two days before Christmas, I got a call from my husband’s aunt. I hadn’t talked to her in about four years. I saw her name on my phone screen and my heart started pounding. She only calls with bad news.

It was bad news. Keith’s mom is declining. Memory issues and feeling like she has nothing to live for have taken a toll. She is down to 80 pounds and has no interest in eating.

My sons and I need to go see her…even though she may not know us.

And we know it is going to be hard…on several levels.

I am not sure what it is like with your in-laws, sisters, but I don’t have the same relationship with them that I did when Keith was alive. Maybe it is because he took the lead, talking to his parents on the phone, finding out what they needed and how they were. Maybe it’s because seeing me brings back the pain of yet another loss (Keith’s sister had passed away ten years earlier, and his dad four years after that). Maybe it’s because we need that sinew of connectivity between us that Keith provided. Maybe it’s simply because I am an overworked single mom of four boys, trying to make it through each day.

Regardless, I mourn what I once had with them.

Once upon a time, I felt like a daughter in Keith’s family. But over time, things changed. Keith’s dad died, and the strain of that additional death (she lost both her parents shortly after her daughter) changed my mother-in-law. Hard times.

Then Keith became ill. I did the best I could to manage the illness, including his family when possible, but they had different expectations of how things would go and were not local. And at a time when we should have been focusing on Keith and what he needed, there was some stress between us.

Today, even though the apologies have been made, those words still sit there. I think we have all forgiven each other. I know I have spoken often with the Lord on the matter, and feel at peace that I have cleared the negative junk out of my own heart. I pray the rest of the family has done the same.

Yet, the damage was done. The rift is there and I am not sure how to mend it.

But God does.

He has been here before, walked with others on this path:

  • He was there to guide Jacob in mending the rift with Esau (see Genesis 32-33)
  • He brought Miriam and Aaron back into faith with their brother Moses (see Numbers 12)
  • He showed Paul how to accept Mark after conflict (see Acts 13 and 15 and 2 Timothy 4)

As I proceed through 2015, I am praying for His guidance and wisdom on how to include Keith’s family in our lives, how to mend that rift and move forward. I am not sure how it will all turn out, but I hold to the promise of the verse above…God will make a way for healing, and no one can change that. He knows my heart on this.

Making these decisions is not easy, sisters. But, with God’s good guidance, it is possible. I pray we can all turn to Him as we seek to deal with imperfect people as we ourselves are imperfect people…especially in our families.

Father, I know I am not perfect in the way that I deal with my husband’s family. I know I have sinned and fallen short. We all do. It is our nature. Please help me to forgive where I should and help me to have the strength to go forward with them, loving them as he loved them, warts and all. Help them to do the same for me and my children. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.

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The Widow Ruth

…by which he has granted to us his precious and very great promises, so that through them you may become partakers of the divine nature, having escaped from the corruption that is in the world because of sinful desire.

2 Peter 1:4 (ESV)

Sometimes thriving in life as a widow means listening to how God wants you to participate in His divine nature.  It’s different for each of us because a widow’s walk is never carved in stone.  The Lord asks some of us to weather it quietly—grieving and accepting the loss as your heart allows you to—one step at a time. The Lord sometimes asks us to move forward boldly, letting go of fear so that through our boldness, we protect the younger ones He has put in our care from the corruption in the world.

When the Lord leads you to step forward boldly, you might have fear over what the world thinks of you as you move forward and lead your own life into the future without leaning on an earthly husband.  I think of the widow, Ruth, and her obedience to the Lord and how it led to bold steps on her part, choosing to remain with her mother-in-law, choosing to gather grain behind the harvesters in Boaz’s fields, and presenting herself to Boaz in a humble but brazen gesture to petition him to claim her as his wife.

Ruth was brave, and yet so loved by the Lord for her obedience that He blessed her by allowing the bloodline of His only Son to run through her.

Imagine how fear could grip a woman in her situation faced with deciding whom to align herself with, how to provide for herself, and whether to pursue a new marriage.  As a widow, you might feel it too.  Widowhood can be a life full of fear if you allow yourself to get overwhelmed.

I’m reminded today to stop fear in its tracks for it is not from the Lord. I consider what my pastor told me after he took three of my sons on a Gettysburg Father-son retreat. He reassured me that decisions I’ve made since Tom has died have been good ones, evidenced by a Christ awareness my kids displayed on that trip with him.  He told me my children seem to have no trouble going against the grain of the world.  In other words, under my leadership which came straight from the guidance of the Lord, for the time being, they have escaped “the corruption in the world caused by evil desires”.

The Lord sometimes speaks through the words of blessings from others, and my pastor’s words were well-timed at a moment when I felt overwhelmed. I marvel at their progress, because many times my decisions go against the grain of this world, to the point of coming under scrutiny of others who aren’t sure what to think when a widow steps out in boldness. Some don’t understand that my choices are not my own. I’ve allowed the Lord to lead.

Sometimes people of the world want to tell you how as a widow you’ve been beaten. You’ve suffered loss. You’re supposed to recoil, curl up in a ball and feel sorry for yourself.

There is that place where you need to be alone and recover.  And sometimes that can take a while, but there was a point after Tom died where the Lord told me, “Grieve but don’t recoil. Break free.” Burst forth in radiance because my four boys will watch and follow. They will be marked forever in their souls by the choices I make as a widow.

They will either see themselves as victims or see themselves as stepping forward by following and staying safely inside the Eye of the storm—accepting that what Satan doles out with the intention of evil, God takes and turns around for His Glory.

If you feel a prompting in your heart to follow a purpose the Lord has laid out for you, I encourage you to pray about it.  Don’t let fear stop you. Let the peace that only comes from the Holy Spirit prevail over you.  He will lead you.  It’s His great and precious promise.

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Enough

Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you.”     

 James 4:8 ESV

I am quite sure we all have our “list”.

A list of events, both good and bad, that have certainly shaped our lives.

Events that have brought us joy and satisfaction.

Events that have brought sadness and pain.

It is easy to reflect on the good list.  Times we are grateful for God’s goodness to us.  Times we can sing praises of thanksgiving and trust He is enough.

But, what about the bad list?  The list of events we simply wish we could erase and dispose?  Times we struggle to sing praises of thanksgiving and truly trust He is enough.

Where do we stand then?

Trust me when I say it has taken me years of struggles, tears and hard knocks to say, “Jesus is Enough.”

I have been through enough to KNOW He is enough for me.

As a very young adult, I watched my father fight an incurable disease that ended his life at fifty-six.  Later, I saw the ravages of Alzheimer attack my mother at the age of sixty-seven and succumb to health issues at sixty-nine.  And most notable, watching my husband, my helpmate and best friend make every effort to fight the earthly disease of cancer invading his body.  It was a disease which destroyed his earthly vessel at the young age of fifty-three.  These make up parts of my bad list.  And, as stated earlier, we all have one.  A list not used for comparison to anyone else’s, just my own.  In the end, however, we feel some of the same emotions;  great sadness, loss and abandonment.

What exactly turned my cries from “Why, Lord?” to “Lord, You are enough”?  It simply lies in the proof of His faithfulness in carrying me these past four years,  He walked with me through the valley of grief and despair as I mourned over the loss of my husband, mother and father.  He has carried me through the fear and the loneliness where no one else could.

In the beginning, my focus was on what I did not have.  At fifty years old, I no longer had my spouse beside me to share life with.  Nor did I have a parent to help support my role as a single parent.  My focus was on what was missing.  I wrestled with Him pleading my case of how this certainly could not be for good.  I reminded Him how I had served Him in church positions and in tithing.  I cried out “Why?” and “Where are you?” too many times to count.

Thankfully, sisters, I now share a different tone.  My focus has shifted to what I do have.  And, I fall to my knees in gratitude over the numerous ways He has cared for me these past four years.  He has shown up in so many ways.  Answered prayers.  Unexpected blessings.  Assurance of His presence.  He has delivered both small and big things!  He has been so faithful through these turbulent years.  These struggles that are so raw and hurtful have lead me to total surrender and trust.  I must remind myself to not focus on my circumstances.  As much as I do not like them, I must remember, above all else, that God loves me.  I must let contentment of His love wash over me.  And yes, I do know it is sometimes easier said than done.  Our walk as widows is a very difficult and individual  journey.

Some of you, I have met.  Most I have not.  I pray for each of you, widows throughout the universe, to find this place of contentment.  I pray for the day when you also can say, I have been through enough to KNOW  He is enough.

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I don’t want to write about grief

“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness, that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!” Psalm 30:11-12 ESV

I don’t want to write about grief.

I sat brainstorming for my upcoming post. “How can I encourage other widows today? What do these hurting sisters need to hear?”

A revelation lodged itself firmly in my heart. Though I’m responsible for a post about grief, I don’t want to write about it.

How utterly marvelous and liberating!

“Why? What do you mean?”

Let me back up a moment. Two weeks after my husband died, I was compelled to chronicle the aftermath publicly, to let others see the crushing pain, to not shy away from places some fear to tread.

I’m not one to run away, so I attacked grief, aggressively processing facet after facet. I allowed myself to be in the deep places. And it was not wrong for me to be there.

I’ve unpacked layer upon layer of sorrow, filling 100s of journal pages and constructing nearly 60 blog posts. Writing is an outlet where confusion turns to clarity, where tears funnel into something productive.

More importantly, writing is the place where I preach truth to myself. I had to be raw and honest, but I also had to show the radical hope found in Jesus Christ. Writing about my grief cemented the truths God made clear in the valley:

It’s been an immensely necessary and beautiful part of the journey. I think it may yet have its place, but today my heart says, “It’s time to write about other things.”

Perhaps then, the most liberating and radical truth I can share is this: we don’t have to stay in the stranglehold. Through Jesus, grief cannot utterly destroy. Rather, He crushed death to death, and He turns mourning into dancing. He teaches us to write about other things.

Grief does not define me, nor is it my identity.

“I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. and the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who love me and gave Himself for me.” Galatians 2:20 ESV

Christ lives in me, and He defines me. Redeemed. Chosen. Adopted. Beloved. Complete. Whole.

Now don’t miss this, I’m still madly in love with my husband and ache for him daily. I’m sure tears will still come at needed moments. Yet by grace, I walk forward.

And today, I don’t want to write about grief.

Father, through Jesus there is immense hope, confident expectation. Jesus took my spiritual death, and one day even physical death will be no more. Eternity awaits, forever with You. And these things fill my heart with joy! You will turn mourning into dancing and sorrow into gladness. God You have been with me in the valley of death. You wept beside me there for many weeks. But now, I’m thankful You are leading me from it. 

Lord, be near those who are weeping, but remind them who they are. Give them grace to be defined by You instead of by sorrow.

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Unimaginable Blessings

My ears had heard of you but now my eyes have seen you.

                                    Job 42:5 (NIV)

Another devastating shock.

The third such shock in my life.

In an instant my brother, then my husband, and now most recently, my father are no longer on this Earth. My brother murdered on his twenty-fourth birthday by a random shooting. My husband murdered three years ago on his way to work by a habitual drunk driver. And then just six weeks ago, my father died suddenly of a heart attack. Three deaths of immediate family members, excruciating pain and sorrow, but all three deaths have also been the catalysts for unimaginable blessings.

My brother’s death occurred when I was twenty-nine years old, the mother of two young children, trying desperately to save my first marriage. Although I had accepted Christ as a young girl, I was trying to do it all on my “own” and live my life the way I thought best. I rarely “included” God in my daily life. During the shock-filled days immediately following my brother’s death, I was totally unaware of God’s presence. But He was there. A news reporter caught me at my brother’s funeral and asked for a comment for the sensational headline story. Somehow, in spite of my numbness, the words came tumbling out about how special it was that my brother went home to God on his birthday. God provided an opportunity and the words to show His grace to others. I was so unworthy. God used me anyway. What an unimaginable blessing it is to be a part of God’s plan, a plan where He repeatedly shows us His love and faithfulness!

My husband’s death occurred just a little over three years ago. The pain of losing my sweet, dear husband has been more excruciating than I can put into words. I miss him with ever fiber of my being, every single day. But fortunately, I had drawn much closer to God before I lost my husband. Even in the midst of the initial shock of my husband’s death, I was very much aware of God’s presence. I was even able to worship God almost continually during the darkest of moments. It was during this time God blessed me by reminding me how He protected Job throughout the battle with Satan. It was impressed in my spirit that like Job – everything Satan would throw at me would be filtered by God and, like Job, I could not lose. What an unimaginable blessing it is to know, even in the toughest moments imaginable, God is faithful, we can never lose.

Now just six weeks after my father’s death, I am struggling yet again with sorrow and grief. I sometimes find that I get lost in the grief which is compounded by memories of the loss of my husband and my brother. There are days when I wonder when this pain will end. It’s so hard to even remember what life used to be like before so much loss. And then like a gentle, soothing spring rain, I become aware of God’s presence. What an unimaginable blessing it is to see God and to know the depth of the truth and blessing in Job’s words “my ears had heard of you but now my eyes have seen you.”

My beloved sisters, I pray you come to know in an even deeper and more intimate way the unimaginable blessing of truly seeing God, even in the darkest of days. He loves you and is with you – always!

 

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Pride is NOT Pretty

“God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.” Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you.  Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world.  And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace,who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you. To him be the dominion forever and ever. Amen.

1Peter 5:5b-11 ESV

There is a lot of power in scripture.

God’s Word speaks for itself.

It speaks LOUDLY!

What part of this text from 1 Peter stands out to you? Is there a sentence or two that brings you comfort or perhaps makes you uncomfortable? Does part of it make you want to learn more or dig deeper? Is there a truth you need to read, or a reminder that hits you like a baseball bat cracking on opening day?

For me, it is the first 10 words; “God opposes the proud but gives grace to the humble.”

I have by my own admission, always struggled with pride, and it has become apparent to me that I am often too proud to let others know when I am in real need of assistance.   On this journey of widowhood,  it’s hard to say when I’m pressed physically, emotionally, financially, or spiritually.   I am supposed to be strong. 

Pride is not pretty, and it can leave us vulnerable to the enemy’s attacks as he prowls around seeking whom he can devour.  Pride actually makes us weaker, not stronger! Proverbs 16:18 says, Pride goes before destruction, And a haughty spirit before a fall.”ESV Yet, oh the promises of God sisters, if we humble ourselves under His mighty hand, He will exalt us in His time. If we cast our cares on Him, He will shoulder them because He cares for us. After we have suffered, His grace will be sufficient. His mercy and strength will fall on us. TO GOD BE THE GLORY.

We are not alone and we DO NOT HAVE TO DO THIS ON OUR OWN. Sometimes, it is hard for us to ask for help, or reach out, or seek wise counsel because we do not want to appear foolish. This too, is pride and arrogance. Let it go and seek any assistance you may need. Someone may be waiting to bless you, if you will just ask. God may be waiting on you to say, “I give up, Lord. I can’t fix it, but You can.” That may be all He needs to shout, “FINALLY, I’ve got this!”

So, this is my honest prayer today:

God, I give up. You and You alone can help me fix the messes I have made. You and You alone can bring healing and peace. I step down Lord and long to get out of Your way. Please rescue me, right now. I need Your grace. AMEN!

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Announcing aNew Season Blessings Fund

Just in time for registration for our summer camp to be open soon, aNew Season Ministries is announcing aNew Season Blessing Fund.  Our way of helping those ladies who are having financial trouble along with their grief journeys.

It started with a precious widow last year (we will call her Marie) who had trouble gathering the funds to come to our conference.

We gathered up a few of the smaller contributions some of our readers had made and offered it to Marie as a way to lower the cost of registration.  She was thrilled, and raised the rest of the funds.  We did the same for a few more, and all were thrilled to come.

Her experience last November was life changing.  Soon after, Marie emailed us wanting to turn the blessing she had been given around and give it to another hurting widow so she could come.  Here is what she said, “The conference made a huge difference in my walk as a widow. Please thank whoever gave me that $100 donation.  Since my experience blessed me far more than the $100 gift, I now want to pay that gift forward to another widow, so she too can experience what I did.”

And so her gift was just used to send Sandra (name changed for privacy), another hurting widow to our Dallas conference.

Sandra had just lost her husband a few weeks before and was left with no life insurance.  To say she was marked by her experience in Dallas is an understatement!

Our Blessings Fund helps us sustain our grassroots effort!

Our ministry is built on a grass roots passion for women who have been left husbandless.

Our team of Christ-based missionaries understands the widow like no church leader can, because we are widows. We understand the needs of a widow might be financial and physical. But, we know there is always the emotional and spiritual walk of tender mercy that’s much more important.

Our ministry team works dedicated hours with sacrificial hearts. We give our time and finances to speak at conferences and minister personally.  For our attendants, it’s not just the knowledge and wisdom they are gaining by attending and hearing us.  It’s the immersion in the experience; spending a few days with so many women who just get it.  Who not only get what it’s like to lose your husband, but get how important it is to turn to Christ during this season.

Because the Christ-centered experiences at these events are life changing.

Not only do we shine the light of Christ, lift a widow from the depth of her sorrow, and help her heart sing for joy (Job 29:13) ; but we do so with an amazingly well-arranged environment.

The music is heartfelt and soul quenching.  The speakers are dynamic and each have plenty of energy and time in the conference schedule to personally minister and love on the participants.  The fellowship begins at registration and it continues well after the conference.  We have women who attended a conference almost a year ago still talking within the same online groups, and continuing to visit each other and travel together.

The connections made are for a lifetime.

Would you like to apply for a scholarship to come to an event?

Registrations for our July Summer Camp are opening soon.  We’ve already had some individuals step up to help sponsor widows.  Click here for our scholarship application page.

We pray this will help you as a reader get to a conference you couldn’t get to before. What a way each of us to enjoy giving or receiving blessings.

 

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Where Does My Help Come From

“I will lift up my eyes to the mountains; where does my help come from?  My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.”  Psalm 121:1-2 (NIV)

Imagine driving through windy roads and gradually climbing to the top of the mountain.  Along the way you pass streams of water flowing over beautiful natural rocks.  The natural wildflowers are blooming in colors of red, pink, white, and purple.  The trees are beginning to bloom in many shades of green covering the mountain from the bottom to the top.  Springtime in the mountains – a place I once called “home”!

Yes, my husband and I spent several years living near the Smoky Mountains. I moved there with much reservation. I grew up in the flat land and did not like all the curvy roads and hills.  It took a “long” time to get comfortable and finally be able to call this place “home”.  However, my husband loved the mountains!  He loved the beauty, the terrain, and all that went with it.  He never wanted to even think of leaving the area, and his wish was granted, as it was the place we were living when God called him home.

I distinctly remember driving in those mountains many days, and my husband would gently remind me of the words in Psalm 121:1-2, “I will lift my eyes to the mountains; where does my help come from?  My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heavens and earth.”  He would always express his awe and gratitude for being able to be in the midst of the mountains, and the way it reminded him of where his help came from.

After the sudden unexpected loss of my husband, it was a very scary thing to understand I no longer had him beside me to love and care for me and make decisions for us.  We certainly had not prepared for such a loss.  Even though I was very thankful for the help of my family and friends, it soon became evident that I was the one who ultimately had to decide what was best for me.

How was I to do that – it all seemed so overwhelming!

Within a span of just four short weeks, I not only lost my husband and best friend, but the ability to earn an income, to stay in the area we loved, our home, our church, and our friends.  With much help, I was able to clean out our home, keep a small amount of our belongings, and move hundreds of miles to be with family.

As I searched and continued to ask God “how can I do this”, many verses of scripture began to come to my mind.  One of them was Psalm 121: 2 “My help comes from the Lord”.   I began to realize, as a child of God, all the help I would ever need was available from Him.  Nothing had changed, His help was always there, but now it was time for me to totally put my trust in Him.

Over the past months, I have come to realize just how many lessons and, yes, how many blessings were brought my way while living in those mountains!  I believe God placed me there so I could learn to “look up” and realize He will provide “all” the help I will ever need when I trust Him.

I am so thankful for the time I called those mountains “my home”.   Even though I had to leave them, I really do miss them and will keep many memories from there tucked in my heart forever!

Lord, help me to remember that you are the strength of my life.  You are the source of my strength.  I lift my heart to You in praise – there is nothing too difficult for You, and that is why I can say, “My help comes from the Lord.”  Amen

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Reproach of Widowhood

 Isaiah 54:4-5 ESV

… and the reproach of your widowhood you will remember no more. For your Maker is your husband, the Lord of hosts is his name; and the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer, the God of the whole earth he is called.

 Do you remember hearing this verse for the first time, and thinking, “God as my husband? What does that even mean?” We throw the verse around right and left. Sometimes we “claim” Bible verses for our situation that may or may not even be a claim we can make. For example, some verses are explicitly for Israel from God, and others can cross over to any generation.  I for one have had trouble deciding when I can or cannot claim a verse.  After doing a little research (thanks to the world wide web!), I found some explanation to these verses that seemed universal.

These verses were about Israel being held in captivity in Babylon. Remember when they were basically dismissed by God and set aside for many years? This was their time of “widowhood”. In Scripture, Believers are often called a bride, and the groom is Jesus Christ.

Have you found yourself drawn to verses that use the word “widow” in them? These verses caught my attention because I wondered, what is the “reproach of your widowhood” and how am I going to “remember” it no more? How can God be my “husband”?

Reproach…disapproval, discredit, disgrace, dishonor

I have felt that reproach, haven’t you?  Friendships that fizzle because you have different interests and responsibilities.  Family that doesn’t know what to say since it makes them uncomfortable to be around you.  Considering whether to take off your wedding rings.  Removing your “Mr and Mrs” status from checks and bills.  Repairmen who take advantage of you.  Couples who don’t know how to include you anymore.  Acquaintances who make heartless comments. To name just a few…

Do you find it easy to dwell on the “reproaches” like I do? I can wallow in them like a pig in mud! But, just like a pig in mud, I don’t get anywhere by doing it. One way we at A Widow’s Might have found to help is by our weekly focus on gratitude. It is one way I can begin to stop wallowing and look for the ray of SONshine in my life. (Check out our Facebook post every Friday evening and Thursday morning)

If you haven’t begun the practice of journaling or writing out your prayers, today would be a perfect day to begin. Start each entry with something you are thankful for. One thing. Then go ahead and wallow because sometimes it can be healthy to just get it out! But end the wallowing by repeating your one grateful item. You will find that approach in the book of Psalms a lot.  The author would write about how things were going wrong all around him or how the wicked people were prospering but he came back to the truth of Who God is. We must always return to the truth of Scripture.

One commentary I read stated that any Christian woman may claim a wife’s protection from the Lord. That is the promise we as widows can claim in “your Maker is your husband”. We have the security of our Heavenly Father as our Other Half now. We have a perfect covering from a perfect Husband. Now THAT is something to remember! Praise God!

In my early grief, I had to wait for the fog to clear before I could begin this practice. But if you have found yourself several years into your grief and still only remembering the reproach part, take a break and be grateful today for something. We would love to celebrate this with you today, so comment here on our website and we will be able to interact with you. It can also be an anonymous way to communicate something that you don’t want splashed all over your social media page!

Father God, You are covering each of us with Your protection. You are our Maker and our Husband. We look forward to a day when the reproaches will be forgotten, which may be in Glory. Give us grateful hearts today. Amen

Want to read more about God as your Husband? Holding HIS Hand and A Beautiful Forever

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Elizabeth Dyer is a writer and speaker with  A Widow’s Might/aNew Season Ministries. She resides in Oklahoma, amid earthquakes and tornadoes, giving her ample opportunities to trust God! Her six children, large dog, noisy cat, and guinea pigs keep her busy enough, but she still finds time to have coffee now and then with a friend.  Elizabeth lost her husband in 2012 and loves to share how God is leading her on this new journey. If you are interested in having Elizabeth or any of our speakers come to your church, contact us at admin@anewseason.net

 

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He has Risen Indeed!

“The Lord has risen indeed”

Luke 24:34a (ESV)

He’s alive! Our Christ is alive!

And so should you be! No matter how afflicted. No matter how alone or abandoned or without a support network. No matter how your friends may have stopped calling or the payments on your house have forced you into work you didn’t have to do before.

Easter, of all days, is a day to see that your Lord Jesus Christ took all of your sins upon Him and died so that you may live!

And then He lay dead behind a stoned-covered tomb for days while the world mourned.

But then He emerged! He is alive! And so are you! Climb up out of your darkness and join the living. Join Him, even if your life is hard; let Him make your heart light and airy because He has won! He has conquered sin, so that you may live!

Think of yourself climbing out of a spiritual valley and onto a mountaintop with Christ!

Charles Spurgeon describes the mountaintop of spiritual life like the mountaintops of Switzerland (http://www.spurgeon.org):

And, further, dear friends, there may be some dear child of God here who is conscious that he lives on a very low platform of spiritual life, and he knows that the Lord can raise him to a new condition. Numbers of Christians seem to live in the marshes always. If you go through the valleys of Switzerland, you will find yourself get feverish and heavy in spirit, and you will see many idiots, persons with the goitre, and people greatly afflicted. Climb the sides of the hills, ascend into the Alps, and you will not meet with that kind of thing in the pure fresh air. Many Christians are of the sickly-valley breed. Oh that they could get up to the high mountains, and be strong!

You can climb that mountaintop, sister, even if your legs are weak with weary. Don’t try to do it yourself. Your Lord, Jesus already did the impossible. He was resurrected! He beat death! Do you think He cannot lift your spirits and give you new life?

If you stand with us, believing His resurrection makes it possible for you to have a new life even through a season of widowhood, join us in telling all. Comment here and tell us, “He has risen indeed!”