- Jan 18, 2007
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Hello,
I am almost 2 months since the passing of my beloved wife of 13 years. I been a follower of Christ since 2007, I know Reformed theology and the Sovereignity of God. I believe he is very much in control of all things. My wife passed quickly and I know she is in a better place. Reviewing all the events that took place, it was her time. It is the only thing that makes sense.
Yet my heart tries not to war with God with taking my wife home. One part of me knows she is truly in "paradise" (Luke 23:43) and she fulfilled her purpose on earth. Other part of me wanted to grow old with her, think of all the things I wanted to show her, the things we never finished doing, see her become a mother finally.
From the hospital and here at my apartment, I grieved so much. Everywhere I turn I am reminded of her. I had to spend time purging her laundry to make room, I couldn't stop crying because I should be in this position.
I am still recoverying and I am stuck at home. I am trying to get back to work. The Lord has been gracious every step of the way, but there is just that knawing at my soul wanting to be selfish and have her back.
I never wanted to be a widower, so it's a whole new reality for me. How did you survive? Did things get better or worse?
Thank you for any responses.
I am almost 2 months since the passing of my beloved wife of 13 years. I been a follower of Christ since 2007, I know Reformed theology and the Sovereignity of God. I believe he is very much in control of all things. My wife passed quickly and I know she is in a better place. Reviewing all the events that took place, it was her time. It is the only thing that makes sense.
Yet my heart tries not to war with God with taking my wife home. One part of me knows she is truly in "paradise" (Luke 23:43) and she fulfilled her purpose on earth. Other part of me wanted to grow old with her, think of all the things I wanted to show her, the things we never finished doing, see her become a mother finally.
From the hospital and here at my apartment, I grieved so much. Everywhere I turn I am reminded of her. I had to spend time purging her laundry to make room, I couldn't stop crying because I should be in this position.
I am still recoverying and I am stuck at home. I am trying to get back to work. The Lord has been gracious every step of the way, but there is just that knawing at my soul wanting to be selfish and have her back.
I never wanted to be a widower, so it's a whole new reality for me. How did you survive? Did things get better or worse?
Thank you for any responses.