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When such times occur, it is comforting to remember that God knows exactly where we are and what we need to cheer and encourage our hearts.
Dixie Matthews is one person who has proved that.
She recounts, When my husband, Hal, and I were married, we had a game of matching strides when we walked.
He could usually outstep me, but it was still fun to try.
We always enjoyed walking together, but one day he went where I could not go with him.
He passed through the valley of death, and then I was a widow, and there were no footprints but my own.
In those first days after Hal died of cancer, everything seemed unreal to Dixie.
Family, friends, and neighbors did their best to help and offer comfort.
Business arrangements were made and the funeral came and went.
Then, Dixie had to face day-to-day living.
She was a young mother with three small children at the time and she reflects, I was amazed to realize that life still went on as usual even though the best part of me was gone.
I was overwhelmed by the responsibilities that suddenly were all mine.
However, just a few days after Hal's death, God brought her comfort in a very tangible way.
She recounts, Standing in my front doorway, I noticed a hook on one of our front porch pillars.
I said, Lord, you know people will be sending us flowers.
Please lay it on someone's heart to give us a plant for that hook.
Then I forgot my prayer.
A few days later, we returned from having dinner with one of my brothers.
There, hanging on that very hook, was a large, beautiful fuchsia basket.
Tears ran down my face as I remembered my brief prayer and realized that God had heard it, and He cared.
When such times occur, it is comforting to remember that God knows exactly where we are and what we need to cheer and encourage our hearts.
Dixie Matthews is one person who has proved that.
She recounts, When my husband, Hal, and I were married, we had a game of matching strides when we walked.
He could usually outstep me, but it was still fun to try.
We always enjoyed walking together, but one day he went where I could not go with him.
He passed through the valley of death, and then I was a widow, and there were no footprints but my own.
In those first days after Hal died of cancer, everything seemed unreal to Dixie.
Family, friends, and neighbors did their best to help and offer comfort.
Business arrangements were made and the funeral came and went.
Then, Dixie had to face day-to-day living.
She was a young mother with three small children at the time and she reflects, I was amazed to realize that life still went on as usual even though the best part of me was gone.
I was overwhelmed by the responsibilities that suddenly were all mine.
However, just a few days after Hal's death, God brought her comfort in a very tangible way.
She recounts, Standing in my front doorway, I noticed a hook on one of our front porch pillars.
I said, Lord, you know people will be sending us flowers.
Please lay it on someone's heart to give us a plant for that hook.
Then I forgot my prayer.
A few days later, we returned from having dinner with one of my brothers.
There, hanging on that very hook, was a large, beautiful fuchsia basket.
Tears ran down my face as I remembered my brief prayer and realized that God had heard it, and He cared.
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