THE WIDOW'S DIARY

                     FROM: THE WIDOW'S DIARY

Hey there! 

Normally, I would introduce myself but I prefer to stay anonymous for the purpose of this post, Thanks to TaiKeh Idahor for having me here, 

However, For the purpose of this blog, you can call me "THAT WIDOW" and this is my story,

I'm THAT WIDOW who could not afford to put a three square meal on the table for her children, 

I'm THAT WIDOW who could not pay up her bills, 

I'm THAT WIDOW whose husband left "comfort-less" (with a huge debt to pay), 

I'm THAT WIDOW everyone pointed their fingers at, whispering in hushed voices (but i could still hear them) about my situation! 

And finally, I'm THAT WIDOW famously known for a divine miracle that took place right in my kitchen! 

Here's a bit about my late husband, He was everything you could ever dream of in a man, He was also a prophet, someone you'll most likely call a Pastor. He was a fervent man of God, a staunch Christian, One who didn't joke with his salvation or God

I know this because I was his wife, I was also dedicated to God but, his own level was something else! It was like he and God had this special sort of relationship, I can boldly say that my husband was a man after God's own heart. 

When he died, it was as though my day had turned to night, my sun was darkened, 

Yes, I knew that God had my back but the day my husband's soul left this earth, I was beyond words as it was an undeniably intense moment for me and children!   

I looked into his eyes that night, as he laid on the bed, curled up like a foetus in the womb, all I saw was an expectation, to see His Maker! 

We held hands that dying moment and affectionately he told me not to weep at his departure. 

I told him that I wanted to go with him but he said that our children needed me, we couldn't both go at the same time and that God still had great plans for us here on earth but for him, it was his time to go! 

I have to take a break from writing now, Please pardon me, anytime I speak about my late husband, the day of his death comes alive in my heart as it still remains fresh in my mind, I would continue when I regain my composure please. 

To be continued... 

That Widow