Whispered Treasures

This is my second Thanksgiving without my husband, Roy. During the first year of his death, I was going on Spiritual Adrenalin, a supernatural ability to deal with my loss. This second year has been a little more difficult. The first year was occupied with thank you notes, business details, and sheer determination to make one foot follow the other as I got out of bed. I am surprised that the second year is harder, but I think I know why. Reality has set in. It still seems strange that Roy does not come home at night; but I am learning and accepting that this is permanent. And, in the permanence is sadness, but also peace. Everyone handles things differently, but for me, well, I could not part with all of his clothes at once. I am gradually clearing them out, but I have not been ready to until now. Whispered treasures rise up from time to time to remind me of the happy days. Memories float in that I had forgotten. The greatest whispered treasure, however, is the assurance that God is with me,that He loves me, and that Roy's death did not catch Him by surprise. I mean,can you imagine Roy walking into heaven one morning and God looking up and saying, "Well, Roy Funk, I wasn't expecting you today!" No, God was expecting Roy on that very day. It is a treasure to me to know that my Heavenly Father has Roy now all of the time,and that the two of them are in a completed relationship, available only through death. I am glad that his body is healed and that he knows the permanence of a life without distraction, without sin, and without leukemia and atrial fib. I proclaim again and again that God is a dear and wonderful God, full of love and compassion. I know this because He shows me His nature all of the time. Praise God for His great love for us.