When I met my husband seven years ago, I never thought he would ever become my husband. He was just a nice guy I’d met at church. It wasn’t until a year later that we actually started dating. That turned into a whirlwind romance and three weeks later, we were engaged. I’m sure everyone who has that type of fast romance won’t find that it lasts. But I am thankful ours is still going strong after five years of marriage, and I shudder to think about what life would be like without my husband.
However, that wasn’t the case for writer and speaker Juana Mikels. After just three years of marriage, she left her husband because she thought she might have married the wrong man. She set off on a search for the “right man.” Instead, she found Jesus and the desire to reconcile with her husband.
The phone rang, ushering me out of a deep sleep. I glanced at the clock nearby and noticed it was close to two-thirty in the morning. I saw my grandmother’s name on the caller ID. I immediately whispered “no” repeatedly. Then I gained enough composure to answer the call and say “hello”.
That’s when she uttered the words that made me burst into tears.
“Your grandfather’s gone.”
That was back in November.
I don’t remember much after those first words, just how strong she sounded despite getting news less than an hour earlier herself.
I, on the other hand, think I became weak. I found myself on a roller coaster of crying fits and moments of peace that I can only say were given to me by God. And as in any case when someone close to you dies, I thought about whether there was anything I would have done, should have done or could have done. But this time, I also thought about how life can change in an instant, and wondered if I had lived with purpose, which was my one word for 2014.
My home is full of words. Reminders to believe. Reminders to dream. Reminders to have faith. The list goes on. You might expect that to be the case for a girl who writes, but it’s more the case for a girl who goes.