I wanted to take part in honoring Michael during his Memorial Celebration. Family members questioned my decision to speak, but I knew deep down that I had to — that I was not the new widow who could sit in the front row and look at those on the stage. I needed to look into the faces of those who LOVE my husband, and of those who have now begun a journey of needing to walk forward with hearts and minds FULL of unanswered questions.
This moment happened just four days after Mike went to live with the Lord. Today, seeing that the Holy Spirit could hold me up and say such things ministers back to me as I walk through the passage of grief. My hope is that others will rise and make much of Jesus with the time we have left.