Yes, I knew this day would be today, but it wasn’t until I sat down with my morning devotionals, after a shower and dressing for church, that I realized it had actually arrived. What does that tell me? It assures me that my heart is healed. Does it mean I don’t think about Les now that it’s been 6 years? Absolutely not! But it’s not painful to think of him (at least most of the time it’s not). The world says that time heals all wounds. I beg to differ on that one. Jesus heals our broken hearts. But, yes, sometimes it takes a good bit of time.
This past Tuesday, I once again hosted a group of widows in my home for lunch. Three of them were what I refer to as “fresh.” Their hearts are newly broken and they wonder if they will ever feel whole again. It was a sweet time of laughter and tears. Hosting these types of things has been one of the ways I have coped these 6 years. God comforts us so we might comfort others. When we feel alone, reaching out to others turns that feeling around. It is good for both sides.
For three hours today, I sat with a grieving widow and listened to the anguish she is experiencing. It reminded me of how easy it is for us to dismiss the pain someone feels in their time of loss. For a widow, there is a need for the world to just simply stop. But it doesn’t. And because it doesn’t, there are responsibilities that have to be considered and dealt with even in the midst of the total chaos and confusion that reaches to the very core of that widow’s being. Everyone’s journey is different and we all deal in a unique way, but the hurt is real in every instance. We all have to face the anger and resentments that rise within us even when we don’t want them to. Widowhood is a process, longer for some than others. And there is no right way or wrong way to grieve, although I can’t imagine doing it without Jesus in my life.
As I told this young widow today, things will get better, but it will take some time and a lot of trusting in the Lord. “Just look at me,” I said to her. I am proof that statement is true. Every day I hang on to God’s promise that He has a plan for my life and that it is a plan for a future and a hope. What does that look like? I don’t know, but if God has planned it, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be good!!!
Lots of love, Sharon