During the first few weeks of my husband's death, I kept a journal to share my thoughts, hurts, and memories.In hindsight, I am so thankful that I have this record of the most difficult season of my life. Many of the details are lost to me in a lovely haze of grief, confusion, anxiety medication, and repressed memories. The brain is an amazing organ... it knows exactly how to protect itself.
The title of the journal is "Good Mourning Beautiful."
It is a play on words for two reasons: 1. My husband sang the Steve Holy song, Good Morning Beautiful, to me every morning when I awoke. 2. I was in "mourning."
God has been tugging at my heart for the past few weeks. I have felt an urging to share some of my early experiences as a widow. I'm not sure why I have been called to share, but I do know that God never wastes a hurt.
For the sake of posterity, and to follow the will of God, I will be posting "Good Mourning Beautiful" journal entries periodically (No worries, there are many more recipes to come!).
This was me, then...
It is refreshing to see how much I have grown in the three years that have passed.
The Lord has done a mighty work in me.
I am so blessed.
Scroll down to read "Widow Shoes."
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6 comments:
I just adore this song. My husband used to sing it to me when we were first together.
I'm glad your following Gods journey for you by blogging it.
What a beautiful song!
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
I really love that comment..."God never waste hurt" - it is so true. He is good, He means good, He loves us.
Be blessed today!
ahhhh...different people, different stories, same hurt.
I have chill bumps.
I agree with you on being thankful for having journals from times in my past. It's nice to go back and see what I was thinking at a particular time. I wish I'd written when my kids were little.
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Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss. thank you for posting this.
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