Yesterday marked the anniversary of my husband's seventh year of passing, but I couldn't bring myself to write about it. Friends and loved ones can sympathize, but no one can really understand the loss of a companion until they've gone through it themselves.
Don't get me wrong. By God's mercy, I have a wellspring of good memories to tap into of the time that we spent together, but there still isn't a day that goes by that I wouldn't like to share my day with him, hear him tell me another funny joke, or bask in the glow of his wisdom and commitment to Christ.
I pray that you are bearing up under your own sense of loss and that God is keeping you as you walk in your widowhood. As widows, we hold a special place in God's heart. I encourage you to accept His invitation to nestle there in the times when the sadness and loneliness knock at your door.
May our Heavenly Father fill you with the gift of his peace and comfort.
"He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds." -Psalm 147:3
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