I was driving home from the city today and heard this song. Now, I had heard this song many times before, but with what happened in the city, I had heightened emotions. Today, I had to go pick up the Father's Day gift that I had ordered for Russ back in May. It got here last week, and he will never even enjoy it. Then I went to the bank, and need to go back tomorrow with a death certificate to have things totally changed there. Proof that my husband died. That is really hard to type. And then I heard this song.
It just really hit me. PLEASE DO NOT feel sorry for me. I am not typing this for pity - prayers yes, pity no. I will get through this and be a stronger person for it. Through it, I am learning to be a better mother (patience is a virtue), and can also can empathize with, and be an ear for, someone going through a similar circumstance. I also am learning that I am stronger than I ever realized, but in a good way, not a denial issue. It also helps to talk to you all. But mostly, I talk to God. I have realized the value of prayer.
1 Timothy 5:5 "The widow who is really in need and left all alone puts her hope in God and continues night and day to pray and to ask God for help."
He has truly upheld me, so I in turn, can be a safe haven for our boys. This is also possible because of all your prayers and encouraging words.I can never say thanks enough, to you.