loving & losing him ...

Screech of tires …
Scuffing of a yellow Harley being laid down in the road gravel …
Thud of a body hitting a car …
Helmetless …
Eerie stillness …

The phone call made … she drops to her knees.

Oh Lord,
I don't understand. He's gone! I needed more time. No, he needed more time to come to You. I am Yours but this wonderful man that I married, just needed more time. I tried to be the good wife. I tried to reflect Your Light. He would come to church with me from time to time. He did good things. He loved me and my two kids. He still was very much apart of his own kids lives. He was always helping our neighbors and our friends who might need this or that.

It is a hard yoke to bear to be a christian and him not ready to do so. I so wanted him to listen to Your knock. I so wanted him to come to You and make You his Lord and Savior. I prayed soooo hard.... now death has taken him from me!!!! I hurt so bad!
~ a heartsick wife

My child,
I do understand. I too wanted him to come to Me. Yes, he is a wonderful man and he took care of his children and you. You loved hard and well. Yes, your yoke was hard to bear.

I too carry a yoke with every lost soul. I know the 'unevenly yoke' quite well. I continue to prove My Love to each and every human. I only can carry the uneven yoke. I did so with the Cross. I weep for every child who wanders. Every day is the Garden all over again. I know your pain. I live your pain.

Hide yourself in My Everlasting Arms. My yoke is easy to bear. I am your Refuge, Shield, and Defender. Let me catch your tears.
~ Jesus, nail scarred hands for you