The wound that will never heal is the worst wound that one can ever experience. I can remember as a child I burned my leg on my brother’s motorcycle. I was trying to get on it right after he parked it. It was a minor wound; I was in pain. My mom cleaned the wound, wrapped it, and in a few weeks the wound was healed. I never thought about that wound, it was healed, and it only left a small mark on my leg. As I got older the mark would remind me of the day I climbed on that motorcycle and burned my leg. That wound was tolerable, and the mark did not bother me.

The wound that ripped through my heart on January 10, 2019, is a wound that will never heal. That wound can never heal because a piece of me left that day. I often wish that the wound would only hurt me for a little while, and that it would heal itself. The wound that will never heal is one that I carry around each and every day. I carry the wound and I cover it with a bandage so that the world cannot see this pain so deep inside my soul. I wish and pray that I could put some Neosporin, and a clear Band-Aid on it. The wound that will never heal as left me with so many emotions. It has been three years, and this wound hurts 100 times worse than that motorcycle wound.

On this journey the wounds and the scars that I have endured, has left me lonely and sometimes afraid. The wound that will never heal has me stuck in time, the wound that will never heal has me thinking of the past and all of the memories that I have shared with my husband over the years. The wound that will never heal will get easier with time. As a widow I carry have this wound that will never heal, that is why I am extremely Grateful for outlets, groups, and especially Hope for Widows Foundation for allowing me to speak my truth, by blogging, and wiping this wound each and every time I am able to write and express myself.

Trent Shelton says, “We are all broken crayons, but the last time I checked they still color”.

Jamie Foster

Jamie Foster resides in Daphne, Alabama with her daughter and two grand puppies. On January 10, 2019 at 10:30 p.m. her life was shattered as the man that God kept for her suffered a heart attack in his sleep. A fairytale that began so beautifully just three years prior ended in tragedy. She made a statement two years before she started dating Rev. Kenneth Foster, as he preached a sermon at her church. She said to a friend, “I am going to marry Rev. Foster one day, and make him a very good wife”. Two years later, after about 4 dinner dates, Kenneth told her; that God showed him that she was his wife. They married a few months later on November 28, 2015. In three years, they lived out their wedding vows richer, poorer, sickness, health, and till death do us part. She never imagined that she could feel so much pain in her entire body!! The love of her life the man she prayed for is now gone. She immediately began to question everything she knew, everything she believed in. After Kenneth’s death, she had nothing else to hold on to but the Faith that they talked about, the Faith that he preached about. The road is a difficult one, but she pushes forward. On this journey, she has come in contact with women all over the world who share the same grief and the same pain that she does. She started to find comfort and joy in knowing that others understood her heartache and pain. In 2021, she left her full-time job to focus on her Mental Health. She became the CEO of Foster & Foster H.R. Solutions, an Independent Insurance Agent, a blogger of Foundation of Truths, a Motivational Speaker, and she is penning the pages to a book that is long overdue. Jamie always knew that her gift, was her powerful voice and she is walking in her purpose. It is to help encourage, motivate, inspire, and lift up all of her fellow sisters as we are all on this journey together. She lives each day no matter how hard, by the words of Jeremiah 29:11 “I know the plans he has for me”.

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