Monday, December 26, 2011
If the Mountain was Smooth...
Okay...perhaps survived is a little dramatic. However, I would be lying if I told you it was a breeze. This is my second Christmas without my husband. I thought it would be easier. I was wrong.
At our church on Christmas Eve, we have family Lord's Supper. Since two of my boys were at work, it was just son number three and me. While large extended families went to the front to receive the cup and the bread, my family numbered only two.
Just us two. My heart broke and the tears flowed.
The deacons administering the cup and bread knew the meaning of my emotions. A large hand clasped around me and my little family was prayed for...lovingly, sincerely.
Christmas day services were equally emotional. I thought I had shed all my tears the night before. I was wrong. But again, loving arms embraced me...and an invitation to Christmas brunch made the day brighter.
I was recently listening to a pastor on television and he shared the wisdom of an older woman in his church: "If the mountain was smooth, you couldn't climb it."
God never promised us a smooth mountain. He knew that an easy journey to the peak wouldn't bring out the best in us, especially me.
And so, I still climb this craggy mountain called widowhood...through every season. Even though the going gets hard, I've got an expert climbing guide. He knows the way. I just need to be smart enough to follow Him.