When my husband passed away, it felt like I lost a part of myself. It felt like I had lost my right arm. God made husband and wife to become as one flesh. When one is taken from the other, it leaves a deep wound. It has been eight months since the day he went home to be with the Lord and that wound is still there. However, it is healing through God’s grace. As any deep wound, it is still very sensitive. When certain things in life hit it, my wound still hurts. However, I have learned that I can either find my way in life with this new “normal” , or I can remain in the same place I was in at the beginning of my grief by continuing to nurse the wound. A person who has become an amputee has to accept his lot in life and usually goes on to accomplish feats that amaze others. I also have had to work on accepting mine. I have only been able to do this through Christ’s strength. Philippians 4:13 says, ” I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.” God has been proving this promise to me each day. God is so good and he never fails us!