Seven Months.

Today marks seven months without my love.

I share this to mark my journey because one day I want to be able to look back — not with regret, but as a reminder of how God has carried me through this heartbreak.

It’s human to look back and wrestle with the should haves, could haves, and would haves. Those quiet lies of the enemy try to creep in and settle in our thoughts. But I’m learning something in those moments. I simply say the name “Jesus”… and pause for a second or two.
And He gently calms my anxiety.

I made it through my first Valentine’s Day without my loving husband.
This was my most heartbreaking holiday thus far.

And yet, I made it through because of the love of Jesus — working through my wonderful family, my boys who knew this day would be especially tender for their mom, and my loving community of friends who lifted me in prayer.

I felt every one of those prayers.
I felt the covering of love.
And I am so very thankful.

Seven months into this journey, I can truly say:
God is still carrying me.
And I am still standing.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. 🤍

I love this little caricature of us from our 30th anniversary.  ❤️