My week started off with a funeral for the husband of a woman who was like a second mother to me when I was growing up. He passed rather suddenly, with little more than a weeks warning that it was going to happen and it left their family heart-broken. For me, it left me heart broken for her. When I was a teenager she used their story as a means to inspire me to a greater love, a love that was rooted in faith and hope and friendship. It was intended to show me that when you wait for the one God has chosen for you, true love is possible.
She loved, honored and cherished him. Never have I seen that commitment and love shown more than in the time of his passing. As I watched her follow her husbands casket into the church, I could feel the weight of a vow fufilled; I promised to love you till death, and I followed through. I never let you down, I never left your side.
With my own marriage only a little more than 3 months away I’ve been moved deeply. Her stories about a God inspired love were always with me and eventually they became the foundation of my will to wait on Christ. Even now, in her grief I know that she takes comfort in knowing that her husband is in heaven and that she will be with him again one day.
They have been the greatest possible example of a marriage completed. I hope everyone will pray for her and her family.