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I See Widows…Too!

This video was posted today on Widow’s Christian Place a wonderful blog by Ferree Hardy, who also experienced a journey through widowhood.  While this video serves as an inspiration to all, like Ferree I see widows too.

Thanks Ferree for sharing this inspiration!

May the message of this video speak to everyone who watches it.

 

 

May 3rd: National Widow’s Day

(Author’s Note:  I will get back on track with publishing original posts this Wednesday the 7th of May.)

 

In honor of National Widow’s Day, here are more resources for you or anyone you know who is a widow.

I found out about Widow Wednesday and National Widow’s Day from Ferree Hardy’s blog Widow’sChristianPlace.com.  

You can also find Widow Wednesday on Facebook and Ferree has Lifeboat Support Group

May you feel God’s loving arms around you today, whether or not you are a widow.

 

 

Why I Never Felt Cut In Half

I got the idea for this post from Ferree Hardy at WidowsChristianPlace.com. Her blog is wonderful and the book “Postcards from the Widow’s Path” is a great study on the book of Ruth and how God never leaves widows. It is one of my top 5 favorite books and I do need to re-read it.

Earlier this week Ferree posted an article about meeting a woman who said it felt like she was cut in half when her husband passed. Ferree knew what she was talking about because she felt the same way.

However, I never felt that way.

The Feeling I Felt

Instead I was too focused on the grinding of my heart by death. It felt like my heart was a jawbreaker (a.k.a. Everlasting Gobstopper) and that death put my heart in a mortar and was using the pestle to grind my heart 24/7, like a pharmacist would do in mixing up a fresh batch of medicine.

The only catch is like a jawbreaker, my heart never got any smaller. It was a slow, constant, rhythmic grinding that caused an intense pain. No matter how much death ground my heart, it stayed  the same size.

I was aware of this grinding the moment I stared to wake up in the morning until the last second of consciousness before sleep took over my brain.

No Right Or Wrong Way

Not everyone will feel what I did and not will everyone feel cut in half.  I suppose there are widows out there who felt or are feeling something totally different from Ferree and me.

And that’s alright because each person and their grief are unique.

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