I grew up in and around church and had already gone through so much, I thought I could handle anything life threw at me. I had handled it all up to that point anyway.

Eleven years ago today, I became a widow, at 33 years old. You would think that by now, the pain of that loss wouldn’t be so great. I know I’m supposed to be strong; I have been for so long. So, why now?

do you feel lost or confused about what your next movHow many times have you felt that God has abandoned you when you needed him the most?

Then, I grew up and things changed. I was no longer “Daddy’s Little Girl." I lost the acceptance of the most important man in my life and it affected every relationship I had with men from that point on.