Eighteen months ago, my world came to a crashing end. My beloved Allen suddenly died. We had been married just 7 months short of 50 years.
I am in another world now, a world without my
v husband;
v friend;
v confidante;
v partner;
v financier;
v soul-mate.
Instead, I am in a world of
v waiting;
v impatience;
v challenge;
v possibilities;
v loneliness;
v solitude.
I fell into the bottomless pit of despair.
But Jesus was there to catch me.
I fell asleep, and didn’t want to wake up.
But Jesus opened the window of light to draw me out of my stupor.
I went hungry, though I filled my stomach on what was in the cupboard.
But Jesus was there to nourish me.
It may sound like I am trying to romanticize the hell I’ve been through.
But I assure you I am on the path to the outskirts of Heaven.
More tomorrow.
