A Widow for 3 Weeks

It's been 3 weeks.

3 weeks.

A lifetime.

I can't stop crying. I can't find any reason to go on. I know God must have a reason for keeping me here; but I certainly can't feel it. I still can't hear Him. I still can't feel Him.

I just want my Honey to come back. Really. I just want him back. I can't take this. I can't take this.

The problem with Grief Blogs and Widow Blogs is that only Widows read them.

So only widows know that what I am feeling is normal. That the fact that I absolutely have no reason to get out of bed in the morning, is not abnormal.

Everyone tells me... let's see, what do they tell me? He's in a better place. You'll see him again. Try to move on.Life is short. He's no longer in pain.

He wasn't in pain. He was doing GREAT! He was joking and laughing and doing GREAT on Saturday night! He was supposed to come HOME!

Not GO HOME, he was supposed to COME HOME!

He wasn't supposed to go there without me. We would go together when the Lord came back, or maybe if a tornado took us, the house, and the puppy dogs all at the same time ~ how wonderful would that have been!

I have found out that I am indeed a "young widow" (or 'widda'). I kept reading about young widows, and I felt and thought everything that they felt and thought, but I didn't know if technically I was a "young widow". I am. Young widows are defined as those who were widowed under the age of 60. So, I am a young widow. In heart and in fact.

I wish I weren't. I wish I were 99. Then I would know beyond any shadow of a doubt that I don't have much time left here. But no, I'm still young. And unfortunately, longevity runs in my family. I supposedly have all kinds of reasons to live.

I know I have to be thankful for what I had. I had the best marriage imaginable. I was blest beyond comprehension. I am so very very thankful.

But that does not ease the pain. It does not ease the mind-numbing, gut-wrenching, drive-you-to-your-knees, unbelievable physical PAIN.

Time does not heal. That is a lie from the pit.

God heals. But, as I said, I am not hearing Him or feeling Him.

I always thought that my faith would carry me through no matter what.

Perhaps it is; in that I have not driven off a cliff. It is my faith that keeps me from doing that. It is not even a consideration. I know God would not approve. And I know Kirk would not approve.

And so I get out of bed. I don't take a shower. I don't get dressed. But I get out of bed. At least so far I have.

I know, you have lots of advice for me. But, unless you have been widowed, you really really don't get it.

I thank God for those "widda blogs" or else I would think I was certifiable. Too bad only widows read them.

I have googled everything from "I don't want to live anymore after my husband died", to "When will I want to breathe again after my husband died", to "I want to crawl in the grave with my husband", to... you name it... and there are always plenty of results. I am not certifiable. It does help to know that I am not abnormal.

But it does not ease the pain.

When, oh when, is the Lord coming back?

Joyce Bethy Ferguson @bethy ·

Lord continue to press ever closer to Beth.

John Knox @watchmanjohn ·

Father you have wrapped Beth in your blanket of love -I believe this for you are a God of love who searches out for the lost sheep and binds their wounds in a blanket of love. I stand on your word.

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. Psalm 147:3

K Reynolds @kreynolds ·

"...unless you have been widowed, you really really don't get it."

You are right so that is why I will simply say, "I am here and I am praying." You know that but I am still saying it.

Sandy Brooks @poodlelady ·

I'm in agreement with K - I'm here and I'm praying - that's all I know to do.

Love You Bunches

Les Braswell @doneuntotheleast ·

Still in prayer and thought daily ... agreeing with Bethy's, wmj, K and Sandy. May His love hold you tightly, Les

Tina Edwin @tinaesanil ·

Real pain! Oh Lord... .

Evie White @eviewhite ·

Oh Beth, my favorite line in this whole blog is,

"Not GO HOME, he was supposed to COME HOME!"

You are absolutely right. Anger serves a wonderful purpose in times like these because you are most definitely allowed to be angry. This is not how God intended life to be. He NEVER wanted us to experience any pain, let alone the devastation of losing the ones we love most. So when the anger comes, remember why you are allowed to be angry. Your feelings are an extention of God's supreme jealousy on our behalf for everything that has been stolen from us. I'm sure details of the situation seem blinding to you, but the truth remains, this was not God's will. In allowing Kirk to go home when he did, God's divine understanding interceded to make the best of a bad situation (Not from your stand point, I am very certain, but the bad situation we all face is our fallen state.) Someday the explanation of why this needed to be the way it was won't even matter to you. For now you have a very high calling... "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways submit to him and he will make your paths straight," for God "always leads us as captives in Christ's triumphal procession." And sometimes it is so hard...

With love, Evie

Dwight Alight Davis @justalight ·

I will send your a message. But still keep on writing. We need to hear from you.


Shani Matthews @shanijane ·

I just wanted you to know that I have read your blog and am leaving you a huge amount of love right here. No words, just love. ***

Sarah Vm @godissogood ·

Beth ... agh so gutted for you.

I just send a hug. Praying for you.

Lord please wrap Beth up in a blanket of your love and your peace, help her to sleep, help her to get up in the mornings. Thank you for keeping Beth safe and for blessing her, for carrying her through when she has no inclination to go on. In Jesus' name I pray, amen.