I am grateful for our marriage and the years we spent growing and maturing both in our individual walks with Christ and in our love together. We had a good life. Our marriage was not perfect. We were not perfect. We struggled through heart-wrenching difficulties over the years and we had our issues. All marriages do. I don't want to paint a false picture of perfection here. I don't want to make our history something it wasn't by over-emphasizing the good times and ignoring the struggles. We didn't always extend grace to one another. Truthfully, we weren't always necessarily that great at loving the other in their love language. Looking back, I see how petty our issues really were. Oh how I would cherish the chance to properly show love to my man in his love language one more time. May I challenge you? If your spouse is still on this earth, don't miss your chance to show him or her the love they deserve in a way they can hear it the loudest. Find their love language and minister to them through it, today. It took extreme and intentional effort for Tim and I to stay connected on the deeper levels and to maintain a relationship that was more than just "surface". We longed to have a marriage that would still be fun once the kids were grown and gone. We tried to stay plugged into each other beyond the day to day routines. We didn't always succeed, but we were trying and
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I miss him terribly. He was my confidante. He was my sounding board. He was absolutely my closest friend. I trusted him more than I trust any other human being on this earth. I laughed with him more than I laugh with any other person. I loved the sound of his laughter. I miss the sarcastic tone of his voice and the deadpan way he could deliver a line that left the listener guessing if he was serious or joking. Anytime I made a new friend and they met him, they would pull me aside and say "I can't tell if he is kidding." He was almost always joking! Such a witty man.
Tomorrow is March 11th. This date marks 2 months since Tim passed
it is our 19th anniversary.
(Just typing that makes my heart physically ache and floods my eyes with tears.)
I am going to have to pray myself through this week
I know that God is faithful to be my Comfort and to heal my broken heart.
I am asking Him to be my EVERYTHING.
Lots of hot, fresh tears are just under the surface of my emotions and leaking out at any given moment without forewarning. I find myself wondering, "What now, Lord?" I knew the plans we had made for our future; but now it's just me. "How am I supposed to live out the rest of my life? What are You wanting from me, Lord? What does my future look like from Your perspective?"
As is His custom, God perfectly timed yesterday's sermon for me.
Justin taught from Colossians on knowing and doing the will of God. He challenged us to spend the next six days asking this question: God , what should I do with YOUR life that is within ME?
So as I try to navigate this week of anniversaries, I will keep my heart and mind focused on things above and will remember that my focus should be on an authentic, growing relationship with Jesus.
When I want to curl up in a ball and cry until the tears simply stop flowing, I will; but I will do it knowing that I am curled up in the palm of my Heavenly Father's hand. He loves me. He has a purpose for my life; He has a purpose for His life that lives within me.