For those keeping track, we’re nearing the 9-month mark. Somehow, I thought it would get easier. Let’s just say it’s different. Like all of life, there are good days and not-so-good days. I’m making my way, brave face my new countenance. This new reality continues to seep into my being. Daily, I become more assimilated into widowhood. Just who I am becoming, only God knows.
Planning this year’s Easter service mustered up the melancholy yesterday. Trumpet music filled my mind as I carefully and prayerfully crafted an order of worship. There were tears. I love to imagine him now playing in the company of angels. Meanwhile, our home remains mostly silent. Thine is the glory, in both silence and song.
Some time off will be good for my spirit. Holy rest and mild adventures await!
Here’s your reminder to stop and look around each day. Accept the good. Although you may have far to go, never forget to look back at how far you’ve come. Also, look for the blessings in the present, for we are continually surrounded by God’s grace and goodness.
Peace be yours, friends.