Tragically, things happen every day that we cannot control. Life is pretty much out of our hands and in the end, in God's alone. In faith, we pray for peace and understanding in the middle of pain and suffering, and then we pray for Hope in the midst of hopelessness. If we are able to, and with the help of family and community, we pick up a few of the pieces and try to go on.
Last week, as another slain Police Officer (NYPD) was honored, mourned and laid to rest, a grieving young widow tells of their last hours together as she literally grabbled for the words to come out of her mouth. Hers was a testimony not only to their long personal relationship and extremely short marriage, but to the bittersweet ending of their time together and the empty future that looms in front of her.
God was with her as she wrote the words she spoke that day. As in many times of deep personal lose, grief and vulnerability, her experience bears witness to what is most important - she recognized LOVE, not fault! She could have said very little or nothing at all, not gone into detail about the final hours of their relationship, not admitted to an Uber decision that she will carry around for the rest of her life. She didn't have to bare her soul in front of their Church community, his NYPD community of brothers and sisters, both their families, friends and strangers. But she chose instead, at her tender young age, to take the first right hard step to repenting and healing. And so she did.
Hers is a lesson as old as time, that we should keep in our hearts each and every day.
And pray to be able to act on, each and every day. Because we never know.
~ Gwen of IRISH ACRES
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