I'm Hurting, But I'm Healing

It was 4:45 p.m. on July 15, 2015. As my daughters and I held vigil at my wife's bedside, we watched her exhale her last breath. As she departed this life, I not only lost my wife. I lost my life. She was my world. From this moment, I would begin the difficult process of transitioning to life without her. There would be many tear-filled nights, countless painful days. But each day as I struggle to journey forward, I feel God's presence. He's carefully restoring my strength. Yes, I still hurt deeply. But things are getting better, slowly. By faith, I'm hurting but I'm healing . . .