Widow Me This

Before you write this post off as a religious rant, please hear me out… It’s not. It’s not my intention to change anyone’s mind. Honestly, I’m not interested, nor equipped for that kind of debate. This is my story. This is how I’ve survived. Take it or leave it. I’ve never NOT had Jesus in my heart. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a believer. For most of my life, I was just piggybacking on the faith that my mom so consistently mirrored for me. I had no idea the impact that her relentless love for Jesus would have on my future self. At the time, I…

… can be a real bitch. Let’s talk about the daily thoughts of a widow shall we? Oh you’d rather not? Cool. Hop off my page. 🙂 As much as no one wants to hear about it, imagine how it might feel to actually live through it. The reality of it all is, a lot. For me to go through, and for every single person in my life to walk through with me. Very few people choose to stay. I get it. I have some really kick ass good friends. The best actually… and I push them away. All. Of. The. Damn. Time. It’s a part of myself that I…