And the Lord God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him. Genesis 2:18
ALONE
Living alone would never have been my choice.
But in this situation, I did not have a voice.
Living with someone else is simply out of the question.
There is no one else like my deceased husband, the recipient of my affection.
People say that after a while I will feel more liberated. More free.
Coming and going with freedom is overstated. It is not for me.
If only I could go back to the days when my husband was by my side.
But when that happens again, I want him whole. Then forever we will abide.
But the reality is that I must move ahead.
Accept what is and put the other thoughts to bed.
Pick up my life. Make a new path for myself.
No time for self-pity. Put those thoughts on the shelf.
Some people don’t believe there is a God and convince them I will try.
Where do they turn when tragedy strikes? Who will comfort them when they cry?
What do they have to look forward to? I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes.
What does it matter how they live or who they hurt? What do they have to lose?
I love the story of the peasant woman whom a man ridiculed for her belief in God.
Her response to the man was thus. “Kind sir, I would like to ask you a question.
If I am wrong, when I die, what have I lost? If you are wrong, and you die, what have you lost?”
Such a simple question with a powerful message of the cost.
In my mind there is no question. I have known Him since I was a child.
At times I wondered where He was. But He was always right there by my side.
He never takes a vacation. Sleep is not in His vocabulary. No night in heaven.
You can never catch Him off-guard. He is on call twenty-four, seven.
So in reality am I ever alone? Not if I don’t choose to be.
All I have to do is talk to Him and I am in His company.
He knows I miss my husband, so His comforting Presence I need.
And someday I won’t be alone. That’s all the assurance that I need.
Carole Schossow
