Coronavirus has brought us back to the basics in shocking ways as we, our loved ones, and the world face the reality of our mortality. In the wake of this pandemic, our merciful God has recently healed several of my personal friends and family of serious medical problems. While I’ve been truly grateful for that, my own heart is challenged with the fact that in 2016 God chose not to spare my husband. After a series of life-shattering events during three years of suffering, Jim died and I became a widow.
Widow. Widower. 2016 added 800,000 to those ranks, with 87.5% of us being women. Time will tell how this current pandemic has increased those numbers.
But God is at work, even in such pain and suffering. For example, several months ago He provided a writing opportunity to share my personal experience of widowhood. Last fall at my laptop, I was unaware that a pandemic threatened to sweep the world. But God knew.
Help! My Spouse Died was released a few weeks ago, my testimonial – one tiny voice shouting out hope during the abject pain of suffering and death. God is good when all else seems bleak.
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