Sometimes being a Christian widow and not having a help mate can be overwhelming. Here I am, making decisions that I never dreamed possible. I have no idea what tomorrow might bring, and yet Jesus says not to worry about the morrow. I'm at the point where I'd like to have a male companion, but my options are narrowed as the potential individual would have to be a Christian. Meanwhile, I'm noticing women around my age and older, who may or may not be saved, and happen to be single for one reason or another, getting married or going to live with a man they've met, say, online for example.
So there seems to be this fine line between being alone and loneliness in being a widow. And I thank God for my Christian women friends.
Often when I wake up in the morning, I pray for the strength to make it through the day. And when I shed tears while doing so, it's almost as if God wants me to literally cry out to Him. He created us with tear ducts for a reason, I guess; and I always feel better afterward!
As an aside and in a world where the economy is ailing, widows/widowers aren't the only ones struggling. I know couples/families/single moms, etc., who are presented with trials. I pray for them too.
And yet the plight of this widow is one where I'm tending to tasks that both my late-husband and I shared. For instance, when dealing with the house and men in the trades, I feel like a man in a woman's body. Meaning, I actually pretend like I'm my husband or my dad when doing business with them, and not all appreciate taking directives from a woman. This can be overwhelming at times.
Right now, it's a beautiful, blue day outside. A part of me wants to go down south to the beach, which would be a drive. But is this a prudent expenditure? It's times like this that companionship would be sweet indeed.
I wrote a blog a week or so ago, and perhaps I'm repeating myself here on some of the issues that were addressed. Yet at the same time and since becoming a widow, writing, along with the prayer that I mentioned, has been a lifeline, and very cleansing.
So this is my morning ramble. Blessings!
So there seems to be this fine line between being alone and loneliness in being a widow. And I thank God for my Christian women friends.
Often when I wake up in the morning, I pray for the strength to make it through the day. And when I shed tears while doing so, it's almost as if God wants me to literally cry out to Him. He created us with tear ducts for a reason, I guess; and I always feel better afterward!
As an aside and in a world where the economy is ailing, widows/widowers aren't the only ones struggling. I know couples/families/single moms, etc., who are presented with trials. I pray for them too.
And yet the plight of this widow is one where I'm tending to tasks that both my late-husband and I shared. For instance, when dealing with the house and men in the trades, I feel like a man in a woman's body. Meaning, I actually pretend like I'm my husband or my dad when doing business with them, and not all appreciate taking directives from a woman. This can be overwhelming at times.
Right now, it's a beautiful, blue day outside. A part of me wants to go down south to the beach, which would be a drive. But is this a prudent expenditure? It's times like this that companionship would be sweet indeed.
I wrote a blog a week or so ago, and perhaps I'm repeating myself here on some of the issues that were addressed. Yet at the same time and since becoming a widow, writing, along with the prayer that I mentioned, has been a lifeline, and very cleansing.
So this is my morning ramble. Blessings!
