Six Months Since My Husband Died

Today I am reminded of the faithfulness of God. This time last year, I took off from my job so I could stay home with my husband, Roy, who was dying from Leukemia. Everything about this season...the colors of the leaves, the smells in the air...all of it takes me back to a year ago when death hung over our heads. I remember the helpless feeling of it all. I remember wondering what I would ever do with this overwhelming sadness of losing Roy. Above the pain, however, there arose a greater hope, and that was the hope he and I both had in our Lord, Jesus Christ. It has been six months now since Roy moved his residence from earth to heaven. I know he is happy, and his body is finally well. No more needles. No more chemo. No more terrific headaches, body pain or swelling in his feet. I have been asked to speak in November at the Hospice noon lecture for those who are grieving, and the topic is "How to Get Through the Holidays." I welcome this blessing, for though I've not gotten through the holidays, my talk before the holidays would be the same as my talk after the holidays. I will get through because of God's love and strength. I am also honored to do the opening prayer at the Tree of Life Celebration at Tifton Hospital in December. If God did not bring these opportunities to my door, I would not be out looking for them, for some days it seems easier just to not do anything. But, God has called me, and He is faithful to continue that call no matter how I feel. In fact, He doesn't even ask me how I feel. He just continues to open doors.My journey of faith has nothing to do with how I feel, how I slept last night, how much I hurt. My journey of faith has everything to do with the One who died for me. I am honored He chooses to use me.