Today marks the end of one year in my life and the beginning of a new one. Like a prisoner serving a life sentence, I mark the passing of another year on the wall. Another year comes and goes, another step closer to the end of the journey. No early morning call will come from my mother or dinner together. No text from my sister or call from my aunt. No dinner together in celebration with the love of my life, the one who promised to grow old with me...until he didn't. The day will come and go like any other day. But it is not like another day. It is a day marked with memories and pain and a survival story. It proves that although the Enemy has taken his best shots at extinguishing my flame, I lived to fight another day. Not that it is by my choice, but the Lord's. I am not going anywhere until He says my time here is through. The Lord wanted my life even when my husband no longer did and even when I have not.
God had plans for me, plans that did not match my own. Plans for my good and for the good of others, even when those plans do not feel good. I know now they are for my good and for the good of those the Father loves. My work here is not finished. I have not yet arrived at the finish line with my Father waiting on the other side with open arms, saying, "Well done My good and faithful servant". Until that day, whenever it comes, I continue to fight the good fight and live to fight another day.
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