Pieces of the Puzzle
Life sometimes feels like we’re the puzzle piece being shifted around, never finding where we fit.
Life sometimes feels like we’re the puzzle piece being shifted around, never finding where we fit.
How are you? Three words that I dread hearing; that make me freeze and back peddle and fumble with words. Why?
Stuff. It’s just that. Stuff. Inanimate objects we assign value or usefulness. However, when your spouse dies, “stuff” all of a sudden becomes something heavier.
There are widows out there who feel like they have to live for their late spouse. Worse, are the family and friends who think, promote, and encourage this.
Today is a big remembering kind of day.
It’s the quiet moments that are the hardest. You know the ones –
It’s time to define what a widow’s distress looks like in the various stages of widowhood so we can debunk the pitfalls that keep us from diving in to help.
I have been in a season of quietness, trusting the Lord with all that I am.
Happy Independence Day! Be strong. Be beautiful. Be new.
I can attest to having all manner of thinks, but I seem to have departed from the text.
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