I have not been writing for joy of late. My writing has been about drumming up business for my WordPress website design business. That’s all well and good, but there’s more to life, yes?
I had made a conscious decision to begin participating in Kate Motaung’s Five-Minute Fridays as a way to jumpstart my writing. It is the fourth year that she has been hosting Five-Minute Friday so the word she chose was: anniversary. Here we go:
The word “anniversary” brings up thoughts of happy occasions. Mostly, the time in a marriage. This particular year, 2018, there are several anniversaries near and dear to my heart.
Thirty years ago, I met Rich, my first husband. We met online, on a long-defunct Commodore platform called Q-Link. It was pretty much love at first type. We got married a year later and I became an instant mom to his three kids of whom he had full custody. Then we added two more kids to the mix.
The second anniversary is about Rich, as well. Eight years ago, he died of complications of diabetes. I’m finding that the waves of grief ebb and flow and remarriage doesn’t change that.
The August 17 anniversaries are multiple. My Rich would be 71, my older sister will be 66, and my late MIL (Joe’s mom) went home to Jesus.
The most important anniversary is that ten years ago, Jesus called me back to Him. I’d been a neglectful Christian through my 20s and 30s and then, in my 40s, a lot of things began to change. My mom died and two months later my marriage hit a huge snag. The foundation of my world as I knew it crumbled. In the spring of 2008, I began to hear whispers in my heart.
“You’re not alone. You’ve never been alone. I am here. I am always here. You are loved beyond what you can imagine.”
Salve to my soul. It took a while for me to believe and the whispers became shouts.
But ten years ago, Jesus called me back to Himself, I listened, and things have never been the same since.
I am blessed.