My husband so loved music. I have his piano, now lying silent of his touch that brought gentle melodies of hope… scales up and down to help my daughter warm up before he played her music so her song could fill the air… and hymns—those old faithful hymns of praise and thanksgiving he so enjoyed. Memories bring me back in time to a place joy lived and thrived.

I have his guitar. How he loved it as well. We had more than twenty songs at our wedding. He wanted the melodies and lyrics to transport us to worship God, declare a beautiful future, and proclaim a love so beautiful it could only come from God. He played so many of those songs repeatedly as we journeyed through life. I miss those moments… those songs… those sounds.

 

God, Please Put a Song in My Heart

 

There are days the silence feels louder than any sound—days when worship music hurts, when “It Is Well” feels like a lie, when the only noise in the house is grief itself. This time of year, when the nights are long and grief goes into combat with making merry for the holidays, I tend to struggle the most. So much changed since my husband moved to Heaven. I long to find that steady rhythm where I keep trusting… keep going… and keep fighting without wavering.

My heart cries out, help me Lord!

Then, one ordinary morning (maybe during my prayer time, maybe while crying in the car), a melody rises up from somewhere deep. Not because everything is fixed, but because God is still here.

He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the Lord and put their trust in Him.
Psalm 40: 3 NIV

That is the miracle of Psalm 40: 3:

God does not wait for our circumstances to become singable before He puts a new song in our mouth.

He puts the song in the pain, through the pain, despite the pain.

  • The widow of Zarephath had an empty jar—and God gave her a song of daily bread (1 Kings 17).
  • Naomi returned bitter and empty-handed—and God gave her a song named Obed (Ruth 4: 17).
  • Mary lost her brother for four days—and Jesus gave her a resurrection song (John 11: 43-44).

He is still the same God.

He sees the nights you fall asleep with tears as your only lullaby, and says, “I’m not finished. I’m writing the next verse.”

Then Sings My Soul

 

Sometimes the song starts so quietly we almost miss it—a single line from an old hymn that suddenly breaks through the fog:

“How great Thou art… how great Thou art.”

In that moment, something inside answers back without permission, without rehearsal, without strength of its own:

Then sings my soul.

Not because the grave has been undone yet, but because the Grave-Keeper already rolled the stone away in my heart.

Not because every question is answered, but because the Answer is holding me.

My voice may tremble, my eyes may still leak, but my soul—redeemed, defended, seen, and loved—cannot stay silent.

Then sings my soul, my Savior God, to Thee.

The song is no longer about perfect pitch; it is about perfect love that refuses to let death write the final measure.
Every cracked-note “Hallelujah” becomes a testimony louder than any sorrow. A true sacrifice of praise, springing forth from a heart overflowing.

That quiet melody you feel stirring?

That line of an old hymn that suddenly shows up in your head?

That spontaneous “Thank You, Lord” that escapes your lips even while tears fall?

That is the new song.

It may start as a whisper, but it is heaven’s soundtrack for your healing.

Promise for Every Widow

 

Our loving Father God didn’t just give you a song to carry you through widowhood—

He gave you a song because of widowhood.

Your new song is proof the grave did not get the final note.

Many will hear it (in ministry gatherings, in your testimony, in your quiet courage) and put their trust in Him (Psalm 40: 3).

Prayer

Father,
Some days my heart feels too heavy to sing.
Thank You for not waiting for me to feel joyful before You place a melody inside me.
Put a new song in my mouth today—
a song that remembers my husband with gratitude,
a song that trusts You with my future,
a song that tells every sister walking behind me:
“God is still good, and He is still composing.”
Let this song rise louder than my sorrow until the day I join the endless chorus in heaven.
In the name of Jesus, the Resurrection and the Life, Amen.

YAHWEH is my strength and my wraparound shield. When I fully trust in You, help is on the way. I jump for joy and burst forth with ecstatic, passionate praise! I will sing songs of what You mean to me! You will be the inner strength of all Your people, YAHWEH, the mighty protector of all, and the saving strength for all Your anointed ones.
Psalm 28: 7-8 TPT

Closing Whisper from Your Heavenly Father

Beloved daughter,
I have not forgotten how to sing.
I simply put the song back in your heart so the world will know I am still the God who turns graves into gardens and mourning into music.
Keep singing.
I’m listening… and heaven is singing with you.

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About 

Teri’s dance with grief actually began over five years before she watched her beloved husband of almost 37 years take his last breath and enter Heaven’s door on October 6, 2019. A terminal degenerative neurological disease steadily and increasingly attacked nearly every major system of his body and transformed him from a vibrant, brilliant, strong and caring man to a bedfast invalid at the end. She was devoted to caring for him and doing her best to make the most of every minute they had left, to love him and pray for a miracle.

She thought she knew what her future held, but she had no idea. Losing him was the first time she experienced a close and personal loss. He was the love of her life. The onslaught of the pandemic with its reign of fear-mongering, forced isolation and separation entering the scene and disrupting or destroying whatever sense of “normal” that remained, just added insult to injury.

Her faith in God is the sustaining force keeping her fighting spirit to find and share hope in a bright future. Her heart’s desire is to walk beside her fellow widows toward a path of promise and healing. She wants to offer encouragement and hope so others can find the strength to take that next breath or next step. She recently started her own blog, https://widowwhispers.blogspot.com/, to share with other widows not only the struggles and hardships of widowhood, but the triumphs. Her hope is found in leaning on the Lord Jesus to enjoy a God inspired future anchored in expectation He will bring us to a fulfilling and meaningful life.

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Teri Miner

Teri’s dance with grief actually began over five years before she watched her beloved husband of almost 37 years take his last breath and enter Heaven’s door on October 6, 2019. A terminal degenerative neurological disease steadily and increasingly attacked nearly every major system of his body and transformed him from a vibrant, brilliant, strong and caring man to a bedfast invalid at the end. She was devoted to caring for him and doing her best to make the most of every minute they had left, to love him and pray for a miracle. She thought she knew what her future held, but she had no idea. Losing him was the first time she experienced a close and personal loss. He was the love of her life. The onslaught of the pandemic with its reign of fear-mongering, forced isolation and separation entering the scene and disrupting or destroying whatever sense of “normal” that remained, just added insult to injury. Her faith in God is the sustaining force keeping her fighting spirit to find and share hope in a bright future. Her heart’s desire is to walk beside her fellow widows toward a path of promise and healing. She wants to offer encouragement and hope so others can find the strength to take that next breath or next step. She recently started her own blog, https://widowwhispers.blogspot.com/, to share with other widows not only the struggles and hardships of widowhood, but the triumphs. Her hope is found in leaning on the Lord Jesus to enjoy a God inspired future anchored in expectation He will bring us to a fulfilling and meaningful life.

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