It’s been just over 10 months since I lost my husband. It still doesn’t even feel real, yet it somehow simultaneously feels like yesterday and forever all at once. All I know is that there is this deep ache ...
Have you realized the magic of the sisterhood of widows? I am so grateful for this opportunity to share in the sisterhood of widows at http://www.hopeforwidows.org. My first blog in this space fills me with pride and a mix of ...
At the top of my stairs is a picture of hands. Hands lovingly placed in a picture given to me by a family friend of the last Thanksgiving dinner my husband had with us as a family in 2014. ...
Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable – if anything is excellent or praiseworthy – think about such things. Philippians 4:8 Sometimes it would be really easy to ...
This year has no doubt been a challenging year for everyone, in different ways. For me, 2020 marked the fifth anniversary of my husband’s death. On January 7th, I observed the mind-numbing fact that my husband had in fact been ...
As I was dealing with all the "fall out" of my husband's death, I found myself at the bottom of the list. The list of things to take care of always came before I cared for myself. I did not ...
We recently passed the three-year anniversary that my Late Husband left this world for his forever home. Now Thanksgiving is on the horizon, leaving me yet again reflecting on what I am grateful for and where God has planned me ...
When one thinks about how he can reduce the sorrow and stress in his life, the main things that come in his mind are meditation, yoga, meditation, and journaling. Yes, these are fantastic techniques but getting a new pet is ...
Lately I have struggled to live in the present moment. I am working on practicing mindfulness, which is defined as a state of deliberate attention on the present. Experts say ‘living in the now’ is important in order to heal ...
“Mrs. Johnson, we have to ask you to make a decision today,” the soft-spoken chaplain said as she offered me a box of tissues. It was at that very defining moment that I wanted to quit. Up until that point, ...