Duct tape is my friend; Bungee cords too. The tape holds my downspouts in place and bungee cords keep my fence from tumbling over into the neighbor’s yard. Sound familiar? I have been employing these tools the past year, while being frugal with my cash.
One of the life-changes that smacked me right in the face was the loss of income following Dave’s death. Not only was I robbed of my partner, I also lost financial security. Many of your stories are similar to mine. While not a sob-story, they are true facts and things widows must learn to deal with.
For me, it has been almost 3-1/2 years and I am now moving forward, not knowing what that means or what life will look like. I realize for some it will take longer while others arrive at this spot months sooner. We are all different, we process differently, and we have unique situations from our past which shape our outlook. There is no ‘one-size-fits-all’ here.
I am happy to report the house Dave and I purchased for our retirement, right before he became ill, has finally sold. Not only will my cash flow improve to the point I can begin to plan for tomorrow, but my future feels more secure. Partly because of this sale, but mostly because I am ready to move forward. I am anxious to see what God has in store for me in this next season.
“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven…a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance.” (Ecclesiastes 3:1,4)
I am putting on my dancing shoes!
Grace ‘n Grins,
April is finished. What month stops you in your tracks? What month is filled with too many memories? For me, April is the culprit, as our wedding anniversary and Dave’s birthday are a week apart. Both these dates are past now and another won’t surface until February of next year. So, smooth sailing, right?
I question if that is what life is all about – smooth sailing? Isn’t it through the hard times we discover what we are made of? Notice how God uses us during those seasons in life; how He uses us in ways we never dreamed likely? I am convinced my character matures when my heart hurts the most.
Looking back over my journal entries I see the Hand of God directing my footsteps along the path He placed before me. He reminds me, “My ways are not your ways.” (Isaiah 55:8) When I think about this, I realize it is a good thing, because I tend to take the easy way; given a choice the calm seas win every time. I may never attempt to navigate rushing waters.
Last summer my sister and I kayaked unfamiliar waters. We put in at a beautiful spot. The serene picturesque landscape and easy flowing waters suggested an uneventful trip downstream.
We shoved off with ease and commented on the green canopy sheltering us from the sun. Had we known how the day would eventually unfold we might not have put in at that spot.
The memories we made as we navigated the rushing water, forded our boats around a dangerous drop off, and laughed our way downstream, would have been missed. The adventure two sisters experienced one summer day would be only a dream.
There is no comparison between a dream and an adventure. What fun is before you when all the waters are calm, when sailing is smooth and no challenge exists? The excitement begins as the sailboat starts to sink!