Lost Without Your Love ~ Bread
The following story I found on the Guideposts website reminded me of a blog post I wrote many years ago. I had become a widow a short time, missing the comfort I received from JR when I was feeling down or sick. The one who was always there to wipe my tears was gone, never to return. The best way I could describe the feeling is that my heart was not just broken, it was shattered.
For a time, it seemed that everywhere I went, coins would show up on the ground. After a while it felt odd! It all made sense when I was watching Crossover, a television show . . . I forget the guy's name, but he was doing a segment of "Messages From Beyond."
I know one of his messages was for me . . . "you keep finding coins on the ground . . . I want you to know everything is going to be alright" . . . to this day I know that JR was letting me know that he was still there watching over me to wipe my tears away.
Here is the story from Guideposts . . .
Mysterious Ways: Calendar Message
Tears filled my eyes as I flipped over a page on my desk calendar to reveal today’s date: September 13. The first anniversary of my husband John’s death. I missed him fiercely, and the calendar’s daily inspirational messages often lifted my spirits when I was feeling particularly upset. I checked the day’s message. The page read: “Death is a new adventure in existence. No need to dread it or ignore it. Because of Christ, you can face it.”
Just the sort of thing I needed to remember. Life without John was hard on me. I’m a born worrier—John called me his ‘little worry wonk.’ I stressed over everything—public speaking obligations, the deadlines I faced in my job as a journalist, the safety of my friends and family. “Relax,” John always said. “If something is out of your control, worrying just wastes your time. You’re letting negative thoughts overwhelm you.”
I knew he was right, and I’d calm down—until I found something new to fret about. After John passed away, the grief only compounded my stress. I missed his soothing words of wisdom.
I stared at the page of the calendar. What a coincidence that this message came today, of all days, I thought. I should save it.
I tore September 13 from the calendar and held the page in my hand. That’s when I noticed the date printed on the other side. April 19.
I turned the page over and read the message. “Destructive anxiety subtracts God from the future, faces uncertainties with no faith, tallies up the challenges of the day without entering God into the equation. Worry is the darkroom in where negatives become glossy prints.”
Exactly the words John would want his little worry wonk to hear.