Newsletter from Shirley
You’re working through the grief process and now you feel it’s time to meet someone you might marry. You’re an empty nester: you thought you’d be fine as a single person, but realize a lifetime partner might be better.
You’re working through the grief process and now you feel it’s time to meet someone you might marry. You’re an empty nester: you thought you’d be fine as a single person, but realize a lifetime partner might be better.
Not fully being ready to pursue another relationship can be disastrous as we both found.
Because of those losses, I'm the stronger because I've had to depend on God to help me through those losses. And even better, brought me out to the other side of grief.
Some people think Friday the 13th is an unlucky day but for me, that isn’t true.
I couldn't face life I didn't have the hope of that promise.
Though our marriage is close to perfect, it is not perfect. There are flaws in each of us--and because I know me, they seem really glaring at times.
You can hope for tomorrow, when you will enjoy the song. Whether your loss is divorce. Death. Terminal illness. Chronic illness. Loss of a job. It hurts. Badly. Unendingly. But tomorrow....comes the song.
Yesterday, September 13, was a day to remember and celebrate. It was five years ago on September 13, 2013 that Jim asked me to marry him. I was surprised, yet not so surprised that he popped the question.
Mostly, though I am grateful. I’m grateful for the nearly five years God has gifted Jim and I with. I’m grateful every morning that I wake up with Jim by my side. I’m happy when he’s sitting beside me at church, singing with me during worship, glancing at me in understanding at a sermon point. He’s there on lazy Sunday afternoons when we change out of our church clothes into something cozy and comfortable and we veg out on a movie. As we watch our favorite pre-recorded Sunday shows. When we say good-night and drop off to sleep.
I filled out the questions and put my photos on and began the quest to find that perfect match.