I should be dead by now. I should be next to my Bill in Heaven by now. (I’m not supposed to wish that, but Bible-believing, husband-loving widows wish that. It’s true.)
I have had countless near misses on the road including a fender cruncher, I
nearly toppled off the top of a 12-foot ladder putting garland on the ledge,
and this morning the gas can did this little combustion thing and sprayed
gasoline in my face when I tried to fill the lawn mower. That’s to cite only 3 of on-my-way,
but-hold-everything incidents.
Oh-no’s seem much more frequent on this widow walk. I never realized how many dangers Bill
prevented. William means protector. Yes.
God spares our lives for reasons. In my case I know exactly His thinking. He tells me, “You haven’t seen the other side of this valley. And the walk from here deepens your trust which makes Me happy. Plus, it’s a pretty cool, don’t-miss-it view.”
OK. More trust. I’m getting better at this. I feel sure I will live through the next mishap, so that I can one day, take in the view He’s so excited about. I am spared.
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