Today I watched a video link that, someone with the kindest of intentions, emailed to me. It was a video clip of a couple talking about the tragic loss of their teenage son who had been killed in a car accident. Their grief was obvious and although no longer fresh, STILL overwhelming. While watching the video, I had hoped for a sliver of comfort to result. A morsel of hope that "it gets better over time". However, what I received instead was affirmation that, I too, should expect infinite pain. That the loss of someone so close to your heart, changes you forever. It becomes a part, if not all, of your "story". IT NEVER GOES AWAY!

Unexpectedly, in the midst of their heart wrenching story, I began to envy them. Why? How? Well they sat SIDE BY SIDE, HAND IN HAND consoling each other in the midst of their anguish. I sat watching the video, ALONE. No husband to cleave to! Whether they realize it or not, they are so still very blessed to have EACH OTHER. In my deepest darkest hour of need, my husband is gone and I sit alone, day after day, night after night.

So that's my pity party (aka opinion). And from where I'm perched, I think I'm entitled to it! Love, TRUE LOVE, is powerful. My love for my husband is, as God intended it, beyond anything in my planetary world. Losing him, was the single most devastating thing that could ever have happened to me. And yet I still feel the overwhelming need to scream GLORY BE TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST! Because NO MATTER WHAT, heavenly eternal life prevails and satan, the keeper of death, loses AGAIN!

So each day I draw energy, comfort and LIFE from my beautiful and precious children and my Saviour that loves me NO MATTER WHAT!