When there is loss, there is grief. We often think grief is associated uniquely with death; however, it is an emotional reaction or process we go through upon any major loss such as
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Once upon a time, I was a young woman who grieved deeply and had a big hole in her heart that I longed to fill. But you see, I didn’t know my Jesus well enough to know He called me wonderful. I didn’t know I was worthy of finding a husband with whom I could be equally yoked. I thought I had to save someone. In my thinking, I had to prove my worth and that belief set me on a path to accepting mistreatment at the hands of those who professed to love me. I made poor choices and it caused me great loss and enormous amounts of grief.
But one day, God changed all that. He walked me through my loss and through my grief.
He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire. He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along. –Psalm 40:2 NLT
And then it happened. In walked a young man who had his life together. Strong. Independent. Hard-working. Honest. One who didn’t need me. One who simply honored what he saw in me … the God he saw in me.
And 16 years ago last week, he married me.
As in any marriage, it hasn’t been perfect. We have had struggles and trials. Times where being nice was chosen – not felt.
We haven’t always done it right. God has shaken His head on plenty of occasions.
But through it all, God has never left our side. He has guided us individually and as a couple. He has grown us. We grew our wisdom and our patience. We grew our faith.
And grew our love.
He has made us better people. People who try our best to seek Him first in life.
This year we didn’t celebrate with a romantic night out. Instead, we celebrated by watching our boys play a weekend of basketball. You know what though? I wouldn’t even change it! Because those parts of our reality are what has made me fall more in love with him now than ever before.
As we step into each chapter of life and together we get to participate in this amazing story God is building with and through us, I am blown away. I get to see the boy who has become a strong and supportive Father. A man who rushes from one end of town to the other so he doesn’t miss his son’s game. He’s a man who finds it within the depths of his character to speak a strong word when necessary, an encouraging one when confidence has been struck, or a lighthearted one when the mood needs lifting.
And that’s my Moment of Hope this week. The 16 years this man and I have spent together living life in the mountains and the valleys. Laughing, where can i order nolvadex crying … and yes, even the yelling at times 😉
16 years I wouldn’t change for anything!
My dear blogging friend, Marva Smith from Sun Sparkle Shine shares hope. You see, she started her blog to bring beauty from the ashes of the loss of her father. Her grief was big and her heart aching. But she knew that if she allowed God the room to work within her grief, He could bring beauty from it. And so, she stepped into her gifting and began writing and blessing others through sharing joy and hope.
Last week marked the one year anniversary of the passing of her father and she wrote this post. I cannot even tell you how much I wanted to jump through this screen and hug her. Not only to comfort her, but to tell her that I just KNOW that her daddy would be so proud of what she has done amid her grief. Would you stop by her place today and love on her? I know you’ll get a great big dash of hope while you are there!