Sometimes the Past

Sometimes my past will hold me.

Mom, Dad, my sister Barb, and me. Good family times.

Mom, Dad, my sister Barb, and me. Good family times.

Sometimes my past will hug me.

My Mom and me. My wedding day, 1995. (Photo by Steve Hughey)

My Mom and me. My wedding day, 1995. (Photo by Steve Hughey)

Sometimes my past will torture me.

Just when I think there are no more tears left to cry, more tears come. I hope I never become so dead inside that I can no longer cry. Tears help me express feelings, cleanse my soul.

Just when I think there are no more tears left to cry, more tears come. I hope I never become so dead inside that I can no longer cry. Tears help me express feelings, cleanse my soul.

Sometimes my past will stop me.

I'll admit it. Sometimes I just don't know where to go or what to do next. (Photo by Mary Ann Dare)

I'll admit it. Sometimes I just don't know where to go or what to do next. (Photo by Mary Ann Dare)

Lesson learned: Let it go.

One way to let it all go: laugh! (Photo by Jordan T. Hansen)

One way to let it all go: laugh! (Photo by Jordan T. Hansen)

Let God replace your past with the joy of his presence. Now. Today. Forever.

“But forget all that ― it is nothing compared to what I am going to do. For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland” (Isaiah 43:18-19).

Gathering with widows who continue to live as more than a widow. There's still a lot more to live, do, and be!

Gathering with widows who continue to live as more than a widow. There's still a lot more to live, do, and be!