It was a cold, crisp November morning. The sky was clear and the sun was painting pink wisps across the pale blue sky. He took his last breath here on earth, and his first one in Heaven. This may seem bleak, but I assure you there is more. More I am discovering each day.
In May of 2014, our family and our lives were forever changes, as we began a journey into unknown waters. With God at the helm and us holding fast to each other. It was a powerful storm, a diagnosis of cancer, so we grasped onto every moment like life preservers. Never knowing when we wouldn’t have them anymore. Life was lived in full color, out loud and the word “good-bye” was the only thing we held back. After a six month battle with cancer, my husband passed and… I became a widow. A mother of three teens and one adult, I found refuge in the comfort of knowing where my beloved was. The choppy waters have never let up, but our Captian at the helm has never left us and continues to guide this battered and broken vessel to quieter shores. I look forward to those shores each day, where I will be reunited with my beloved and my Saviour.
It is my hope and prayer that this place, Widow’s Manna, comforts and encourages those who have lost someone they love. That “the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living” becomes real as we share this sojourn together. Blessings friends new and old.