Diary of a Widow

Yes, it is pathetic, six months later and I am not done with the book.

Lesson Manual: How to Be a Widow

Angels don't show up at your doorstep every day. They don't always come and clean your house and make you dinner but take the time to see they are there. Sometimes they are a phone call at just the right time or a smile at the grocery store, and sometimes we need to remember that we too need to be angels to others - and that can be just the boost we need.

I need to balance everything... including beauty.

I was proud of him. And I knew his dad was there that night standing by him when they went back to offense and he was back on the line. I could almost envision his father's hand on his shoulder, telling him he was proud of him.

I have come out the other side and find myself feeling very normal some days... and on those days I am remember fondly, the abnormal life that brought a different kind of pace and focus. I am grateful for those tender mercies from God. When He reminds us to see the good.

God is there every day. I hope to be able to capture some of the simple ways He blesses me every day.

I was strong, void of any emotion except fond remembering. Perhaps it gets easier.

Frustrated that everything is my job to know. Proud to see my little man starting to come out of his shell.

Visiting a cemetery was a new experience for my niece and four nephews who were recently in town...

When we arrived back at the house from the cemetery, my brother-in-law was greeted with a big hug from his oldest son. A son who was grateful to have a father to discipline him.