“When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands and my soul refused to be comforted” (Psalms 77:2)
“Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning” (Psalms 30:5)
Excerpt from book It’s my Time to Grieve by Phoebe Leggett
Danny by Belle Woods
Widowhood has been an adventure at times and a mystery at other times. It has been nearly seven years since my sweet Danny left to be with the Lord. So much happened in the first six months after.
Danny had life insurance on the mortgage, but when we refinanced, the loan officer had all the paperwork ready and waiting for him to sign. She slid the papers across the desk and told him to sign on the x’s. But I couldn’t sign any of the papers because he was the only one with income.
The following week after his funeral I talked to my personal banker to get the paperwork process started for the mortgage insurance. She began the paper work and then suddenly said, “Oh no!”
Of course I was wanting to know what.
She began to explain to me that the paperwork he had signed stated that he wasn’t on disability on one page and on another he signed for it to be withdrawn from his disability payment. She then told me the insurance may not pay out.
Fear wanted to overtake me. But without the mortgage being paid off, I couldn’t live in the home we had owned for almost 15 years. I knew I had to trust in my God.