My Help Comes From The Lord

Good evening. Thursday blog. Well, my cleaning has started! I was in Michigan all day. I will be back in Michigan tomorrow. I don’t have a problem driving. I find something very satisfying when I am done with a home, a finished job. Although it doesn’t feel like a job. It feels like freedom. I don’t mean that in a bad way. But, I have said before, all of the time I spent in this room with Denny and after. I had a lot of time to think. I was not planning a life without him, yet I knew, I was going to be without him. I do not want to live in fear, or be scared, or afraid. I am able bodied to do the things I choose to do. I do not live by, what if. 5 months has passed already. Not once have I thought, I don’t want to get out of bed. I’m going to lay here and cry all day. Who would that help? It would make my family worry. They don’t want that for me. I don’t want that for me! I miss Denny like crazy. Just saying it makes me cry. My life is still here after the tears. I doubt very seriously if there will ever be a time that I won’t miss him. I see him in everything I do, every thought I have, some of Denny comes through. There is a big difference between feeling like there will be no life after Denny, and what is actually happening. I wanted at least 10 more years with him. I’m not angry with God for not letting us have that. I’m just not going to let myself fall into the feelings trap. I know what Gods word says, that’s my help, from the Lord. God is good and gracious. He will lead me on this path, that He has set me on. Good night. God bless.❤️🤗🙏🏻🤗❤️