I am the extremely flawed heroine in “Meeting Myself, snippets from a binging and bulging mind. There I am again in The Pregnant Pause of Grief, the first trimester of widowhood. Is there no end! So today I choose not to write about my pathetic self turned victorious leading lady.
Instead, let me speak of the real live hero who changed my life and captured my heart. He demanded my full attention and loyalty, but I wasn’t sure I wanted that type of commitment. When you are as rebellious as I am, it’s hard to put yourself in second place. Still, I learned that if I was willing to obey, the outcome always favoured me. I found him to be loyal, loving and kind. His wisdom transcended mine.
Because of his strength and support, I conquered childhood abuse and its resulting bulimia. I made it through two bouts of cancer. Right now, I’m learning to trust him as I cope with widowhood. You see, all that I am, I owe to Jesus Christ, the son of God, my super hero, in all of my life’s circumstances.
“Take a long, hard look. See how great he is—infinite, greater than anything you could ever imagine or figure out! (Job 36:26, MSG)
Prayer- Lord, should we ever doubt you, bring us to our senses all over again. Amen