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When my husband John went to meet his Maker, I was devastated. He was my husband, my friend, my confidant, my caregiver. Who was I going to turn to now? Clinical depression set in, not just because John had died, but because of things in the past that had caught up with me.
Then one day, while I was sitting at my computer, I read something that made me laugh right out loud. I was astonished. It had not occurred to me that it had been so long since I had actually laughed.
Things started to change for me right then. I had hope. I had God. I had fairly good health. What gave me the right to be depressed? Did God want me to be depressed? Of course not.
Certainly I missed John, but I knew he was in a much happier place. I knew God had welcomed him with open arms. I knew he was no longer sick.
From that moment on I have continued to be happy. I was able to stop taking drugs for depression. I started to devote myself to my writing, and am now waiting for the release of my first book "Cherish the Past".
God has always been good to me. He knew I'd survive my sadness. He knew I had a strong, invincible faith. He just waited until I came to my own realization that life was not as bad as I feared. Then He continued to allow me to pursue my happiness and, as always, he continues to hold me in His heart.
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