I’ve had more God moments since Mr. Virgo died than I’ve ever had in my life. Well, that I’ve ever RECOGNIZED in my life. I was sitting in church yesterday, enjoying the Christmas carols, watching 30 or so sweet little children singing along. My mind wandered to my post yesterday and thinking about new beginnings…new traditions. It isn’t easy to let go of so much at once like you and I have done. We want to hang on to everything. And maybe that works for some. We all grieve in our own ways. For me, if I try to keep and do everything the same, it only seems to accentuate the missing link…my sweet man. I don’t want to change everything. I just want a little breathing room from the sadness that runs like the annoying background hum of an aging refrigerator. You can never get away from it if you focus on the sound.

These were the thoughts racing through my head as I began to settle in and pay attention. At the end of the musical worship, the lights dimmed and two members of the congregation came out and performed a skit. A young man was on the phone apologizing to his wife that he’s not going to make it home for Christmas. The airport was closed due to weather. In walked an older woman and he told her all the flights were cancelled. She sat down and told him she’s on her way to her son’s in Tampa. She used to make this trip with her husband but she lost him this year. Her first Christmas without him. Tears stung my eyes. Not so much from the pain of losing Mr. Virgo, but more because of the sweet way the Holy Spirit comes and sits with me and whispers to my heart, “You’re not alone.”

The young man put his hand over hers, offered her his condolences and said, “You’re not alone.”

I smiled.

I love when this happens. It’s so comforting. Because…I’m NOT alone. I’ll never, ever be truly alone again.

❤️

“The Spirit of God has made me; the breath of the Almighty gives me life.”

Job 33:4 NIV