Sunday morning, August 21, 2022, I concluded a week-long celebration of my precious husband’s first anniversary in Heaven!  Grandson Rusty and I attended the last church he pastored before ‘retiring’ in 2000. Their great pastor, David Stunkel surrendered to preach under Russell’s ministry. His children were in my Sunday School class at Fair Play FBC. What joy!

Sunday night I celebrated at the last church Russell supplied the pulpit, Union Mound Southern Baptist. With their permission, I told Russell’s favorite story and thanked them for their ministry to him through the years. Afterward, the Pastor asked the congregation to share their favorite memories of Russell; wow! Tears of joy!

Yes, I am celebrating. Yes, I am sad and lonely, and I miss him more than words can express. I would not choose to begin year two without him. Yet, I know, I KNOW, there will be a great reunion one of these days.

From earlier in the week: Russell and I rarely had sporting events, camping, or fairs and such on our agenda. However, we could spend hours sipping a soda and waiting for God’s appointments. So, with a prayer on my heart, I bravely made the solo trip to Springfield Sam’s Club and ordered our usual pizza slice and drink, trusting God to fill my empty heart. And God did not fail me!

As I watched the people, an energetic young girl in the food line with what I assumed was her grandparents was telling all who would listen that it was her 10th birthday.

“Do you have a pocket?” I asked, “I have something you can keep in your pocket for your birthday.”

As she eagerly took the Little Bible from my hands her face lit up. I was told she loves reading the Bible and would treasure this gift. I learned, too, that they were not her grandparents, but foster parents adopting her. WOW!

As they gathered their things to leave, little Cindy jumped into my lap and gave me the biggest hugs ever! Her dad handed me his business card as he thanked me for the good chat. Not surprisingly, he was a pastor. Interestingly, his very, very uncommon last name was the same as my first husband’s stepdad. As I fought back tears and unpleasant memories, I prayed.

“God in heaven, thank You for reminding me in this subtle way of your eternal presence in my life. Before I was born you had a plan for me. Certainly, I have made many wrong turns, but You always steered me back on the path…always.”

And, nothing in my life has been for naught.

If you struggle on your journey or fail to find meaning in your life, drop me a line.  You may enjoy this post:  https://www.susiekinslowadams.com/2020/10/31/children-are-our-greatest-treasure/

Looking forward to hearing from you,

Hugs,