Grief truly is a journey that cannot be rushed.
The term "Single Wives Club" came into being one night as a group of relatively young widows sat around my dinner table sharing a meal together. We discussed the many facets of our grief and how widowhood had changed not only our lives, but our identity as well...we all still felt like wives. From there the term 'single wives' was born. My prayer would be that in some small way as I share bits of my journey with you, it will bring healing to your heart. Love in Christ, Pam
Saturday, March 21, 2009
The Journey Through Grief
Grief truly is a journey that cannot be rushed.
Friday, March 20, 2009
The Journey of Grief Continues!
- Know that there is a normal process of grieving that you must go through but God doesn't intend for you to live there from now on, just for a season.
- Know that God can help you to make those choices that lead you to heal but you also must be willing to believe that is His desire for you.
- Know that if you determine that the great hurt you feel ultimately can be worked to your good, it can be. (a choice of the heart not based on feelings)
- Know that if you dwell on the fact that your life is over (and life as you know is over) and you don't choose to believe that God still has a good plan, that you can get stuck in grief. It is too painful for us to set up residence there and it isn't God's plan for us.
Philippians 4:8 (NLT)
8 And now, dear brothers and sisters, let me say one more thing as I close this letter. Fix your thoughts on what is true and honorable and right. Think about things that are pure and lovely and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.
The Choice
The second Christmas after my husband died, the holidays were almost just as painful without him as the year before. I spent Christmas Eve with my kids and after the grandsons opened their gifts on the next morning, I rushed back to my house to prepare Christmas dinner. As I stood in the kitchen alone and started to peel the potatoes, a wave of grief started to roll in. My husband always peeled the potatoes, and I missed him so much. As the wave rolled toward me, I felt God speak to my heart and say, "Pam, I know how hard this is but now it is time for you to pick yourself out of the ashes of grief and move forward." It was still true that I missed my husband terribly, but that day I realized that I had a choice to make. I applied the scripture above and asked myself..."What are the good thoughts I can fix my mind on?" Oh my, I realized there were so many...how blessed I was to have spent almost 33 years with a good and faithful man who I loved and he loved me. How blessed I was to have two beautiful grandsons! How blessed I was to have a son and daughter-in-law that were committed to each other and to raising their family in a Christian home. How blessed I was to be financially taken care of. That moment I made the choice to start praising God for what was right... it was a sacrifice of praise because "me" wanted to feel sorry for self but when the choice was made to praise Him, my being responded with joy and the wave of grief subsided. The turning point in my grief occurred at that moment with a choice based on faith, not feelings.
Has there been more grief to walk through? Yes! But for the most part now, as the wave of grief starts to roll in, I can turn it into a washing of His Word. Do I still have bad days? Yes, I do. I am human and there will always be those days that I succumb to the lonliness and grief of what is no more, but I do not intend to live there. I want to be an overcomer and a vessel used for His honor. Father, help me to continue to choose to focus on You and Your blessings, not on my loses.
Death of a Wife - Life Alone
I recalled how eagerly I had approached my wedding day almost thirty-three years before. Marriage was what I had dreamed of all of my life, and even though it came with many adjustments, I loved my role as Mike’s wife.
I thought of other dreams that were fulfilled during those precious years of marriage….the title of “Mom” was probably the most awesome, although becoming a grandma ranked up there, too!
Each one of those new assignments had come without instructions but eagerly I had searched for information that would equip me for each role. I had talked with others, read books, and investigated anything that would help me to be a better wife, mother, or grandmother.
Then abruptly, over night, I went from wife to widow – I didn’t recognize it then as a new role. I just saw it as an ending of my dreams.
Yet finally, after many months of grieving, I realized that I stood with a choice: I could learn to embrace this as a new assignment and expect God to bring forth glory, or I could remain a broken vessel. Then I prayed, “God, help me to see the hidden treasure in this darkness.”
What treasure have I found so far?
· As I have learned to embrace this path as one chosen for me by God, my “alone” time has become precious time with Him. Isaiah 54:5 says “your Maker is your husband!”
· As I have learned to look to Him, expecting Him to turn this pain into glory, I have seen His hand move in wonderful and unexpected ways. Jeremiah 29:11 reminds me that “His plans for me are for good and not for evil to give me a future and a hope.”
· As I have learned to count my blessings in the midst of the ambushes of grief, my pain has been eased. James 1:2-3 does say to “Count it all joy when you go through trials and tribulations.”
· As I have opened my heart to others who are hurting, I have seen II Corinthians 1:4 fulfilled…”who comforts us in our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves received from God.”
Is this an assignment I would have chosen? No! But I am learning that there truly is treasure in the darkness. With His help, I will continue to search for it.
Isaiah 45:3 LT And I will give you treasures hidden in the darkness--secret riches. I will do this so you may know that I am the LORD, the God of Israel, the one who calls you by name
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Songs That Help the Healing Process
The Anchor holds, though the ship is battered.
I've had visions and I've had dreams;
Oh, the Anchor holds, though the ship is battered.
Now I have been young, but I am older now.
The Anchor holds, though the ship is battered.
I said I've fallen, fallen down on my knees, as I faced the raging seas;
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Letting the Seasons Change
By Pam Whitley
Written - October 29, 2004
We loaded the band saw into the back of my son’s Toyota Four-Runner and he hopped into his vehicle, shifted gears, and backed out of the drive way. I followed him in my car with it also loaded as we moved among the last of my things out of my house.
It was late October and the leaves blew across our paths as we followed the street out of my addition and headed for my new residence. Just as the seasons were changing in the weather, they were changing in my life as well.
The Four Runner my son was driving, my husband and I had purchased for him 10 years earlier when he was a junior in college. Recently he had purchased a new car and when my move was over, he would sell this old vehicle. That vehicle almost felt like a member of the family! We had made dorm moves in it, then apartment moves, and later, after he married, I'd followed as he and his new bride moved to married student housing.
On this day, I couldn’t help but cry as I followed this vehicle once again though the twists and turns of my neighborhood. The other moves had been joyful, this move was to move me from the home my husband and I shared to the home where I would live as a widow. My son was now 31 years old with two children of his own, and I was the one in need of assistance. As that old red Four Runner made one last run loaded to the brim, I thought of how the seasons had changed…. and how I had to let them change and keep my eyes on Him.
God’s Faithfulness
I saw my husband Mike's once strong body slowly succumbing to the cancer that had attacked so viciously. “Oh Lord, give us strength to walk wherever this path is leading.”
1For we know that when this earthly tent we live in is taken down--when we die and leave these bodies--we will have a home in heaven, an eternal body made for us by God himself and not by human hands. 2We grow weary in our present bodies, and we long for the day when we will put on our heavenly bodies like new clothing. 3For we will not be spirits without bodies, but we will put on new heavenly bodies. 4Our dying bodies make us groan and sigh, but it's not that we want to die and have no bodies at all. We want to slip into our new bodies so that these dying bodies will be swallowed up by everlasting life. 5God himself has prepared us for this, and as a guarantee he has given us his Holy Spirit. 6So we are always confident, even though we know that as long as we live in these bodies we are not at home with the Lord. 7That is why we live by believing and not by seeing. 8Yes, we are fully confident, and we would rather be away from these bodies, for then we will be at home with the Lord. 9So our aim is to please him always, whether we are here in this body or away from this body
Lord, if you are giving me this scripture, then I think I know where this leads. I didn’t want to believe that so I didn't share the scripture with my husband, Mike. A few days later, Mike retired to our upstairs theater room to watch the movie Gettysburg. Soon, he came down the stairs and said, “Pam, God just gave me a scripture through that movie. Stonewall Jackson read this to his men before they went to battle.” Mike had his little new testament with him and he started to read II Corinthians 5 to me.
I started crying and then shared with Mike that God had given me the same scripture only a few days earlier. Putting his arms around me Mike said, “It’s going to be okay!” And I knew it would be. God was watching over us and would supply the strength we needed to walk through the valley that yet lay ahead. He was proving Himself day by day!