My husband of 36 years passed on suddenly a couple of years ago. It was a terrible blow—not only for me, but for his children, his grandchildren, and his many friends. Everyone loved him dearly. He was active in sports, had a great sense of humor, and always radiated joy and enthusiasm. He was a man of integrity, whom everyone trusted and upon whom many depended for advice and counsel.
I knew that to overcome my grief and feeling of loss, I had to go to God for comfort and healing. But I needed more than comfort. I needed the wisdom to make many decisions quickly. My husband owned an insurance business, and there were immediate day-to-day issues that required attention. Also, I wasn't sure of my financial situation.
But one of the hardest things of all was that I noticed I was often being referred to as a widow. This identification as a widow intensified my feelings of grief and loneliness. So, I determined that I would not identify myself as a widow. But how to do that? The only way I could think of was to go to the Bible.
