Where’s the Joy? A Widow’s Walk. Moving Forward

April 12

Last week was really tough, this week has been better. But some days, I don’t know just how to proceed.

I had our Bradford Pear tree pruned this week, an overdue pruning. This year, it had been full of blossoms, and the leaves filled it out nicely. Last year, several birds built their nests in the tree…guest parked their cars under it at their own risk. It took several hours, a couple of days to clean the leaves…with no Norm to help.

Pruning a Bradford Pear is essential for the health of the tree, and to avoid splitting. But now it just looks barren and dead.

I feel like the tree looks. Walking this road without my chief support and encouragement is a challenge. No one wants to lose a loved one. I know it will take time. I know that my future is in God’s hands. Like the pruned tree will grow new leaves and blossoms, I too will continue to live a life full of good friends and encouragement.

I am thankful for the friends that God has brought my way and the encouragement they provide.

I pray for a heart of gratitude each day that I arise, not looking at what I’ve lost, but looking forward to what God has planned for me day by day.

I rejoice in the God of my salvation, who has a plan for my life that no longer includes Norm.

Where’s the joy? Every day I have hope in the Lord, that He will guide and give me all that I need.

But I will hope continually and will praise you yet more and more. My mouth will tell of your righteous acts, of your deeds of salvation all the day, for their number is past my knowledge. With the mighty deeds of the Lord God I will come; I will remind them of your righteousness, yours alone. O God, from my youth you have taught me, and I still proclaim your wondrous deeds. So even to old age and gray hairs, O God, do not forsake me, until I proclaim your might to another generation, your power to all those to come. Your righteousness, O God, reaches the high heavens. You who have done great things, O God, who is like you? You who have made me see many troubles and calamities will revive me again; from the depths of the earth you will bring me up again. You will increase my greatness and comfort me again. I will also praise you with the harp for your faithfulness, O my God; I will sing praises to you with the lyre, O Holy One of Israel. My lips will shout for joy, when I sing praises to you; my soul also, which you have redeemed. Psalm 71:14-23

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Where’s the Joy? A Widow’s Walk. Moving Forward

April 4

Actually this week I feel like I’ve taken a giant leap backwards. Lots of tears, deep sobs like last year. I don’t know what triggered it, but wow…it has knocked me for a loop. I was warned by other widows…there is no timeline to the grief. There will be days…weeks…It will get easier, but it will never go totally away.

While I prayed this morning, bemoaning my loneliness and isolation, God brought gratitude to my mind. I had focused on my feeling of isolation, but then I began to consider this week. Saturday and Sunday, I spent time with my daughter Aimee, her children, Sierra and Sawyer, and had lunch with my daughter Jennifer. Tuesday, Vickie and Edna came to help with my flower beds. I love having flowers in my beds…don’t like doing the work to make it happen. Tuesday afternoon I spent with Donna, finding out about her trip to Mexico, and discussing my plans to travel this year. Wednesday, I spent with some ladies studying the Word of God, and then lunch. Thursday, I had lunch with Barb…it lasted four hours. Thursday night, I attended the Maundy Thursday service, focusing on the sacrifices that Christ made for us. And yesterday, Caleb and his father came by.

Norm mentored Caleb in photography. When we thought Norm would be better and able to go hiking and do photography again, he spoke of Caleb and the places they could go where he could introduce new techniques to him. Caleb told me some stories of their adventures, and how much he had learned from Norm.

Norm encouraged. Norm challenged. Norm showed the love of God to the people around him…usually with a touch of humor.

Tomorrow is Easter. I had planned to attend a sunrise service at Eagle Rock, however, rain is expected and so they cancelled. Usually they would just move it indoors, but some construction issues make that impossible. So I’ll go to church at the regular time, and tomorrow afternoon go to my niece’s home for Easter dinner.

In my quiet time, I’m reading through Hebrews and today’s passage mentioned Christ, as the true high priest, taking his blood into the heavenly Holy of holies to give His blood so that our consciences can be cleansed from dead works to serve the living God.

Norm used to have an illustration he used to explain what Christ had done for us. We will all give an accounting of our lives. We have a sheet of credit and debit for what we have done and said in our lives. We think our good will outweigh the bad we’ve done, and we might get into heaven by the skin of our teeth. But in reality, we have all sinned and come short of what God requires of us.

The payment for the wrong things we have said, done or thought is eternal separation from God. So one day, we will all stand before the judgment seat of God, and while He does not desire that any perish, the sin is there and the debt must be paid.

Back to the accounting sheet, Satan is the accuser and when we stand before God, he will be bringing up every infraction, and while God is a loving Father, he is also a righteous judge.

When we recognize that we are unable to keep God’s way perfectly, and we acknowledge that Jesus paid the price for us, then our credit/debit sheet is swapped with Jesus’. He died on the cross, shedding his blood to pay the penalty of death, and we receive his righteousness to our credit. Because of the actions of Christ, we receive eternal life with God. That is our hope, and that is the joy of Easter. Death could not hold Jesus. His sacrifice on the cross opened the door for us to be in the presence of the Lord forever. His resurrection proved that death has no more hold on us.

I am thankful for many things today. For God’s faithfulness as I walk this road. For Norm’s influence on my life. For friends and family who continue to be there for me. For Jesus who died and rose again.

I pray for grace to be encouraging and also challenging to those around me.

I rejoice in Jesus Christ, his death and resurrection that gives me hope.

Where’s the joy? It’s found in the hope that we have in Christ.

But when Christ appeared as a high priest of the good things that have come, then through the greater and more perfect tent (not made with hands, that is, not of this creation) he entered once for all into the holy places, not by means of the blood of goats and calves but by means of his own blood, thus securing an eternal redemption.
For if the blood of goats and bulls, and the sprinkling of defiled persons with the ashes of a heifer, sanctify for the purification of the flesh, how much more will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without blemish to God, purify our conscience from dead works to serve the living God. 15 Therefore he is the mediator of a new covenant, so that those who are called may receive the promised eternal inheritance, since a death has occurred that redeems them from the transgressions committed under the first covenant.
For where a will is involved, the death of the one who made it must be established. For a will takes effect only at death, since it is not in force as long as the one who made it is alive.
Therefore not even the first covenant was inaugurated without blood. For when every commandment of the law had been declared by Moses to all the people, he took the blood of calves and goats, with water and scarlet wool and hyssop, and sprinkled both the book itself and all the people, saying, “This is the blood of the covenant that God commanded for you.”
And in the same way he sprinkled with the blood both the tent and all the vessels used in worship.
Indeed, under the law almost everything is purified with blood, and without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness of sins. Thus it was necessary for the copies of the heavenly things to be purified with these rites, but the heavenly things themselves with better sacrifices than these.
For Christ has entered, not into holy places made with hands, which are copies of the true things, but into heaven itself, now to appear in the presence of God on our behalf.
Nor was it to offer himself repeatedly, as the high priest enters the holy places every year with blood not his own, for then he would have had to suffer repeatedly since the foundation of the world. But as it is, he has appeared once for all at the end of the ages to put away sin by the sacrifice of himself.
And just as it is appointed for man to die once, and after that comes judgment, so Christ, having been offered once to bear the sins of many, will appear a second time, not to deal with sin but to save those who are eagerly waiting for him. Hebrews 9:11-28

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Where’s the Joy? A Widow’s Walk. Moving Forward

April 1

Over the weekend, I visited Aimee and the grands. I love spending time with them, but it also tugs at my heart. They had so much fun with Norm. We played games, dyed eggs, read stories, watched movies and went to the children’s museum where Sawyer showed me how well he could navigate the maze. Sierra and I worked a craft. Aimee and I went on a Trolley tour of Savannah. It was a short but fun trip.

It’s been a tough few days. At this time last year, we had Norm’s celebration of life. I’m trying to sort through Norm’s items, that I’ve set aside. I’ve thrown away a few things, some items will be given to specific people, but mostly, I’m just organizing it better…to be dealt with at a later date.

One of my widow friends told me that I’ll have a series of good days, and then one will come and knock my feet out from under me. She was so right. Today I walked around in a fog. I was with people, but on disconnect. Some days are more difficult than others.

Regardless of my feelings from day to day, God remains faithful.

I am thankful for God’s continued faithfulness as I walk this path.

I pray for wisdom as I make decisions for the future.

I rejoice in the celebration of the proof of God’s love this weekend, the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. I’m looking forward to a sunrise service.

Where’s the joy? I don’t feel it all the time, but every day I have a chance to cry and a chance to laugh.

But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.” Lamentations 3:21-24

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Where’s the Joy? A Widow’s Walk. Moving Forward

March 22

Today was a weepy day. This morning I focused on regrets. Things I could have said and done, and didn’t. Norm and I were together over 44 years, and we began to take each other for granted. It happens.

One regret, I told Norm of my plan to write legacy letters to him and the kids to be opened when I die. The letters would tell special memories, what each one meant to me, what I hope for them and their lives, a prayer…things like that. Norm said I should write them and give them while I am still alive.

I could have written a letter to Norm that day, but I didn’t. Months went by, and I still didn’t. He used to comment that I was strong and independent, and didn’t really need him. I remember telling him at the time, that, yeah, if something happened to him, I’d be okay. But then, I told him that I didn’t want to be without him…and isn’t that better that I wanted to be with him, than that I needed to be with him?

Though I’m doing okay, I needed him more than I knew. I miss his wisdom, his questions that made me stop and think before I acted. I miss his humor, he could dissemble my fears or frustrations with a timely joke or comment. I miss his physical presence, just being in the same room was a comfort. I miss his support, he allowed me to be and do far more than I ever thought possible.

We have a reality that cannot be denied. At some point, we will all die. Our mortality will catch up with us. We don’t know when we will give or receive a last hug, speak our last “love you”, eat a last meal together, have a last fun day…and by the time we know it was the last, it’s too late to embrace the moment.

At this point, I can’t change what I did or didn’t say or do for Norm, but I can be more mindful to speak encouragement to my family and friends and to do things that will bless them.

If you are reading this, take the time to reach out to someone who has been on your mind. Give them a call, take them to lunch, write a letter…be an encouragement and a blessing.

I am thankful for the years I had with Norm. He made my life better in every way.

I pray for insight as to my words and actions for the people around me. I want to encourage and bless others when the opportunity arises. I want to minimize regrets for actions left undone or words left unspoken.

I rejoice in the Lord God who desires the best for all of us. He has placed people in our lives to encourage and to be an encouragement.

Where’s the joy? Norm and I loved each other. We had a great life together.

And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near. Hebrews 10:24-25

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Where’s the Joy? A Widow’s Walk. Moving Forward.

March 19

I took off my wedding ring today. Over the past year I’ve pondered when it would be the correct time to remove it. And today, I did. No fanfare, no drama, some tears, but today was the day.

I dreamed about Norm the other night. In it, he had come back to life. It started really good, but then I realized I’ve made adjustments in his absence. I had some angst, a struggle to readjust to his presence…and some guilt over having made those adjustments.

This is the hardest life struggle I have ever experienced. I have friends who have walked this road before me, and they have been a great source of help and encouragement. While all our stories are a story of loss, each is different in how it manifests in our life and the timing.

Still not sure what the future holds, but I know that God remains faithful. I see His hand at work in my life.

Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it? I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert. The wild beasts will honor me, the jackals and the ostriches, for I give water in the wilderness, rivers in the desert, to give drink to my chosen people, the people whom I formed for myself that they might declare my praise. Isaiah 43:19-21

I am thankful for all the people in my life who have walked this path with me, encouraging me, challenging me, and just being there for me.

I pray for wisdom as I move forward, or as a friend suggested, as I move into what God has planned for me.

I rejoice in the faithfulness of the Lord God and His continuing love for me.

Where’s the joy? It’s embracing all that the Lord brings into my life, the good along with those things that don’t seem good at the time. I remember, God is faithful.

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Where’s the Joy? A Widow’s Walk… Moving Forward

March 11

It’s been a full year since Norm passed away. Wise advice says to wait at least a year before making any major life changing choices like moving, changing jobs…things like that.

Thank you to all of you who have been praying and providing encouragement and support over this last year. I know that it helped me to persevere and not give in to depression or despair. It’s been the toughest thing I have ever experienced, but God has been faithful.

I took a cruise so that I wouldn’t be home for the anniversary of Norm’s passing. On that day, I took an excursion to Cathedral Caves on Eleuthera in the Bahamas. It’s a place where Norm would have wanted to spend a good deal of time, taking photos, playing with the lights and shadows, creating a photo to draw one’s eyes to the Creator of all things.

That night, my daughter Jennifer, and two of my sisters and I played a game on the ship called Majority Minds. It doesn’t matter if your answer is right or wrong, it just matters how well you match the other players. I’m actually pretty good at the game, we got all the answers. They told us to come up and get our reward…Disney cruise gives plastic medals…we got Goofy, Norm’s favorite character. We all had a “whoa” moment.

The next day, I stood on the deck watching the sun peek through the clouds, the rays spreading across the water. I realized that I don’t have to focus on the sorrow or the pain. Norm is free from all pain and sorrow, he is in the best of all places. I miss him, but I wouldn’t want him to come back to the pain. I can focus on the joyful memories. Not that I won’t still cry, today was a weepy day…but the memories are good.

I’m not making any major changes right now, but I am moving forward. I’m not sure what the future looks like without Norm, but God does. I can trust Him to lead me.

I am thankful for the memories of Norm and our time together.

I pray for wisdom as I continue my life on this earth, that I will be an encouragement to others.

I rejoice that God sent Jesus Christ to this earth to reveal the depth of His love for us.

Moving forward: What have I put off that needs to be done? What needs to be set aside? How can I minister to the people in my sphere of influence? Where do I need to focus?

He who observes the wind will not sow, and he who regards the clouds will not reap. As you do not know the way the spirit comes to the bones in the womb of a woman with child, so you do not know the work of God who makes everything. In the morning sow your seed, and at evening withhold not your hand, for you do not know which will prosper, this or that, or whether both alike will be good.

Ecclesiastes 11:4-6

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Where’s the Joy? A Widow’s Walk

March 3

Tough week! On March 6 it will be one year since Norm went on to walk with God in the Garden of the Lord.

Anniversaries should be times of celebration, a wedding, a birthday, first kiss. Unfortunately we also have anniversaries of times that are not so great like death and war. It’s important to commemorate those things…just no fun.

If I lived in Victorian times, I would be looking forward to getting back out in society. Bringing out my colorful dresses in preparation of setting aside the black I would have worn all year. It’s like society said, “Okay, you’ve had a year…get over it.”

There are probably some who think that, and honestly, it’s in my mind that way. Okay a year, time to move forward. However, in talking to my friends who are also widows, there is no set end date. Some are ready to move on in a year, others take longer…and that’s okay. Some say the second year is worse than the first, not a pleasant thought. All the firsts were pretty tough, I can’t imagine the second being tougher.

I’ve been fortunate, the people in my life have been very supportive and I’ve had no insensitive comments. So kudos to my family and friends for their support, thank you.

Where’s the joy? Today started sadly, but God gave me a good day overall.

I am thankful for the support that God has given me this year through His Word, my family and friends.

I pray for wisdom as I do mover forward. God left me here because my work is not yet done…not really sure what that is or looks like, but I trust He will reveal it as I go.

I rejoice that God’s love is always present, even when I don’t feel it.

Where’s the joy? It’s in God’s presence.

Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and unfathomable His ways! 

For who has known the mind of the Lord, or who became His counselor? Or who has first given to Him that it might be paid back to him again? 

For from Him and through Him and to Him are all things. To Him be the glory forever. Amen. 

Ro 11:33–36.

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Where’s the Joy? A Widow’s Walk

March 2

Yesterday I looked through pictures from the past year. Several trips with family, a wedding in Florida, a trip to see friends in NY, all a distraction to the pain of facing special days…spreading ashes at Rocky Knob along the Blue Ridge Parkway, the funeral and the pictures of Norm throughout his life. And then I came to a picture of him in the hospital. I had forgotten how gaunt and frail he became, just a shadow of the adventuring, laughing, always a story to tell man who lived his life to the fullest.

I remember how we first met. I went with a friend to a single’s event at her church. The group ended up at Norm’s place for games and dessert. He jumped over the arm of his sofa into the seat. Then I noticed a game spread out over a table, The War of 1812…a lot of pieces and a huge map. I asked, “How fun is it to play a game where you know who wins?” He began a long response…tactics…specific benchmarks…I didn’t get it, and just considered him a nerd. He knew I didn’t get it and thought, “Dumb blonde.”

Later, as I continued to go on outings with this group, we were all eating out after an event and Norm and I got into an argument about the working and gifts of the Holy Spirit. Calvinists and Charismatics have differing opinions on that person of the Trinity. I guess it got pretty heated because someone stepped in to stop it.

Even with our differences, our attitude towards each other changed and we began to date, kind of like a Hallmark movie. Norm was a godly man, who loved the Lord with all his heart and tried to live a life that honored Him.

While at church one Sunday, the pastor spoke about the problems with the Calvinist and the Charismatic, how they were walking in the ruts on opposite sides of the main road of Biblical truth. When walking out of the church, the Associate Pastor asked how we were doing and we said, “Oh, we’re just walking along in our ruts holding hands over the road of Biblical truth found in Jesus.”

In his final week, Norm apologized for not being able to be my Hallmark Hero. He just could not fight the pain and the suffering from cancer anymore. He was tired and wanted to go walk in the garden with the Lord. I assured him that he had always been my Hallmark Hero, and that he didn’t have to fight anymore.

This week it will be a year since he passed. It seems forever ago and yet just yesterday. The memories are good, and I focus on the pictures with the smiles and the laughter. I’m glad he’s free from the pain and suffering that marked his last six months. I’m glad for the 44 years we held hands as we walked through this life.

Where’s the joy?

I am thankful for the memories, good and bad.

I pray for strength as I continue this walk on earth without him.

I rejoice in the Lord God who made heaven and earth and sent Jesus Christ to walk this earth, suffer on the cross, to be resurrected so that we have the hope of eternal life. I know that Norm is with Him now.

Where’s the joy? God gave me a man who loved me.


O Lord, who may abide in Your tent?
Who may dwell on Your holy hill?
He who walks with integrity, and works righteousness,
And speaks truth in his heart.
He does not slander with his tongue,
Nor does evil to his neighbor,
Nor takes up a reproach against his friend;
In whose eyes a reprobate is despised,
But who honors those who fear the Lord;
He swears to his own hurt and does not change;
He does not put out his money at interest,
Nor does he take a bribe against the innocent.
He who does these things will never be shaken.

Psalm 15

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Where’s the Joy? A Widow’s Walk

February 27

In August, 2024, while Norm experienced whole body itching, we didn’t know what was happening, Norm had a sense that he would die before April. When he said that, I denied it, not wanting to give voice to a death sentence. And I attributed it more to his tendency to be a hypochondriac…I was wrong.

During Covid, Norm began woodworking. He started with toys and puzzles for the grandkids, and moved on to creating furniture for me and the grands, including a climbing wall. As always, he learned quickly and became an excellent woodworker. Every room holds something he made.

Sensing he had limited time, he began to make a bed for our grandson Sawyer. More elaborate than the one he made for Sierra. This one would have three tiers, it looked cool. But he could only work for a short amount of time, and then would have to sit and rest. He wanted so much to get it done, but the cancer took over and he had no energy to complete what he’d begun. He stopped trying in October. In January, when he had hope of survival, he tried again, but it took energy he did not have.

In his final week, he asked our son Robert to finish the bed.

It’s been almost a year and the unfinished bed sits in our garage. Monday, Robert came and is working on the bed. This past year he’s been watching woodworking videos and studying how to complete it. He wants to honor Norm in this, and while it won’t be as elaborate as Norm had planned, it will be something for Sawyer to know how much his Poppop loved him.

I am so proud of Robert and the effort he is making, plus I’m enjoying his company this week. We went to play Scooby Doo Mini Golf in Pigeon Forge…it’s something Norm and I would have done, multiple times. Scooby Doo and mini golf, twice the fun.

Where’s the joy?

I am thankful for my children who have grown into wonderful caring adults. I can see Norm’s influence in who they have become.

I pray for their future, that they will seek the Lord all the days of their lives.

I rejoice that God gave me a good man to be my husband, and a wonderful father to our children.

Where’s the joy? It’s in the people that God has placed in my life.


If I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but do not have love, I have become a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.
And if I give all my possessions to feed the poor, and if I surrender my body to be burned, but do not have love, it profits me nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind and is not jealous; love does not brag and is not arrogant, does not act unbecomingly; it does not seek its own, is not provoked, does not take into account a wrong suffered, does not rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails; but if there are gifts of prophecy, they will be done away; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be done away.
For we know in part and we prophesy in part; but when the perfect comes, the partial will be done away.
When I was a child, I used to speak like a child, think like a child, reason like a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things.
For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known.
But now faith, hope, love, abide these three; but the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13:1-13

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Where’s the Joy? A Widow’s Walk

February 17

Norm and I traveled to Alaska to celebrate our 40th anniversary…2 years late because Covid limited all travel on the actual date. We still had to do Covid testing to go, and retest before we joined the cruise.

We started the trip with a land tour to Denali. We looked forward to seeing the mountain. We were disappointed. The clouds covered it for the entire time. I even stood on the observation deck and sang to the mountain, “Show yourself…” from Frozen 2. It seemed appropriate at the time.

The clouds still covered the mountain as we boarded the bus to leave.

20 miles down the road, the bus driver pulled over to the side of the road. He told us all to get out and to look behind us. The clouds had parted, and Denali beamed in the sunlight. We got to see it, even if from a distance.

If you’ve been reading my blog, you know that the last month has been tough for me.

Yesterday, it felt as if the great weight had lifted and that feeling has continued today. I’m able to focus. There’s a spring in my step. I smiled more than I cried today.

It’s nothing I’ve done, just the grace of God being poured out on me, giving me a reprieve from the heaviness of grieving.

Where’s the joy?

I am thankful for the reprieve of the last two days. The memories are good.

I pray for wisdom as I face each day, to speak and act in such a way that brings God glory.

I rejoice in God’s faithfulness to me, even when I don’t see His hand at work in my life.

Where’s the joy? It’s in God’s provision day by day.

Praise the Lord!
Praise God in His sanctuary;
Praise Him in His mighty expanse.
Praise Him for His mighty deeds;
Praise Him according to His excellent greatness.
Praise Him with trumpet sound;
Praise Him with harp and lyre.
Praise Him with timbrel and dancing;
Praise Him with stringed instruments and pipe.
Praise Him with loud cymbals;
Praise Him with resounding cymbals.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord!

Psalm 150

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