tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post4758764108490054909..comments2024-02-21T02:19:16.755-08:00Comments on Widow's Voice: Seven Widowed Voices Sharing Love, Loss, and Hope : Prayers go up....Michele Neff Hernandezhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02356589209090780127noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-88433979785538501762012-12-10T12:36:30.269-08:002012-12-10T12:36:30.269-08:00Thanks for this post! I find that I don't pray...Thanks for this post! I find that I don't pray to God as much as i do to my husband and my family that has crossed over. Our family was small, with alot of in fighting which now looking back on the reasons why, is so crazy! I know my husband is looking out for me and is my own gauardian angel now and thar brings me some comfort.bthomasnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-25436966219743748092012-12-10T04:57:01.781-08:002012-12-10T04:57:01.781-08:00I think so many of us feel as you do. I lost faith...I think so many of us feel as you do. I lost faith, because I kept seeing others live while my husband died. Although I was happy for them, I still wondered why and still questioned the reasons, but I know that gets me no where. At this point the reasons do not matter, what matter's to me anyway is what I do with the rest of my life. Rob, my love, would want me to live the life he could not have. That is what keeps me going.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-69304370093425859272012-12-09T23:03:08.078-08:002012-12-09T23:03:08.078-08:00Same here - my faith has not come through unscathe...Same here - my faith has not come through unscathed. But then I think my whole outlook changed as I realised that I can still think about spirituality without being bound by the Bible and Christian beliefs. <br />Glad G is OK.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-7555192414070021232012-12-09T15:12:23.315-08:002012-12-09T15:12:23.315-08:00I too do the same thing. I went to church almost ...I too do the same thing. I went to church almost weekly before Todd died. I believed in a higher power. Now I am not so sure. When I pray now I pray to Todd not God. I feel stupid praying to God because he didn't come through for me just everyone else (you know, the happy families). I am still so angry. My view was never we lived a good life so nothing bad should happen to us...it was always, we have been through so much crap we didn't deserve to have his death added to it.Yvettenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-91941983989503113092012-12-07T19:13:56.097-08:002012-12-07T19:13:56.097-08:00I hear ya. I'm so relieved that G's heart ...I hear ya. I'm so relieved that G's heart is ok! Sending love and hugs to both of you! xoxoAndrea Reneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15189207912039017496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-90927131931510175802012-12-07T14:19:08.925-08:002012-12-07T14:19:08.925-08:00I totally hear you. I yelled and screamed at God s...I totally hear you. I yelled and screamed at God so much after my husband John died that I thought I'd never pray again. Days and nights passed and the prayers remained empty. I too went to church crying through the hymns, the prayers and the happy couples around me.<br /><br /> Eventually, I quit going, until I hit the wall. After several days in the hospital, I felt God's presence surround me. I'm remarried and my life is good. John continues to watch over me and talks to me in my dreams. I know I'm here today by the grace of God and for that I am thankful. <br />Author of Twenty-Eight Snow Angels: A Widow's Story of Love, Loss and RenewalDiane Dettmannhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17190875426622530668noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1268746983441346507.post-87712876999229763632012-12-07T11:48:31.490-08:002012-12-07T11:48:31.490-08:00I realized recently in a moment of difficulty that...I realized recently in a moment of difficulty that I don't pray to God anymore and haven't since I lost Bob. In the weeks and months before his death I prayed near constantly for him and the trials he faced and for me - to help me be strong and to know what to do. In the end I was praying to my father who had passed not long before and who adored my husband like his own son and now, I pray to Bob and sometimes know he watches for us and other times feel just so alone and on my own. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com