Today, as I navigated a new conversation I felt a sense of peace rise up.
Sitting on my cozy porch tonight with lanterns lit and dogs snuggling at my feet, I breathed in the cool night air. My sorrow from yesterday still weighing heavy, entwined with this calmness. I could feel God’s peace washing over me. It was good.
“Thanks God for shining some light into the darkness,” I shared to the night sky.
As I sat in this space, a verse I memorized as a kid came to mind.
“Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path.” - Psalms 119:105 NIV
This version from The Message also paints a strong visual: “By your words I can see where I’m going; they throw a beam of light on my dark path.”
Each day is interesting in this grief journey and it is beautiful to see how God reminds me that he sees me still and has more in store for my future.
I need all the reminders I can get as it easily to begin thinking that my new identity is simple “a grieving widow” but that isn’t true. Yes it’s part of my story now but God and others see much more.
This is the truth and beam of light I must cling too on the darker days and even in the brighter ones.
Hi! It's Jenn Brown, writing my story that is now slightly different as we enter a season of new grief. On September 30, 2019, my dear husband Josh passed away after battling brain cancer.