Whispers from the Car

Over the years I have spent loads of time in a vehicle. On my way to work or out with the family. My favorite time is on my way to and from work. Most of my work years I have worked 30 or more minutes away from my house. This allows for plenty of time to sing, pray, brood, and even mourn.

This morning on my way into an empty office, to a job that pays the bills, that I don’t even like very much, I had a temper tantrum again with God. There were no whispers. There was a loud voice and of course, tears. I am beyond frustrated. I am a down right infuriately angry.

Let me tell you a short story. A young girl, around 9 or maybe 10 years old. Every Saturday morning as most children would get to watch cartoons, she would rush to the breakfast table to await her daddy. This was going to be the day she would get chosen. Her siblings seem to just float into the room while she would do her best to be the one chosen. Maybe today she would go with him.

You see, the promise was not just getting to spend time with her daddy. The promise was to go into the hospital with him. Her precious daddy was a very important man. He was a doctor. She would ache to go with him. Not just for the treats that inevitably came her way, but the smell of the hospital. The wonderful people that were there. Sick people who needed help and the ones who could give that help. The bustle of activity to the quiet hallways had such an allure about them. This was the place to be.

This story ended…life shifted. The little girl grew up not knowing where she belonged. My most precious times were taking care of home and hearth. Teaching my children, loving my husband, serving where needed..helping to provide for the family. Then after many joyous years, life shifted again. The joy of family turned ugly. The one who so selfless loved me was ripped suddenly from my life. I was left to deal with providing for the family. So I stepped up and did what I could. I took the job that opened in front of me. Am i good at it, yes. But I don’t love it.

If your wanting to read more…stay tuned…a follow up will be coming…. leave a note..let me know your thoughts…

Author: thewidowwomanblog

I am a 53 year old widow who is watching her kids step out into life while holding tight to the Creator's hand.

4 thoughts on “Whispers from the Car”

  1. I can SO relate to this, Wendy, though my loss was through divorce, not death. I’m looking forward to your next blog entry! I think most of us forced into this ‘provider’ role end up in jobs we may be great at, but don’t like much.


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