Through the Valley~And Beyond

When my husband, Bob, died of a heart attack I was mad at God, for I had spent much time in prayer for his recovery, but I was a-n-g-r-y at Satan. I figuratively and literally shook my fist in his face and vowed if there was some good to be gleaned from this tragedy in my life, I was going to reap it.God in His mercy understood, and as the seconds and minutes, and hours and days and weeks and months and years dragged by, the Holy Spirit was increasingly with me. The following pages were penned under His guidance. He was the author; I was the writer. You will notice that much was written during the middle of the night~ I learned to keep a pencil and paper by my bedside and would scribble out the words that came to me in the night. Alternatively, I would memorize the words that came in the darkness and commit them to paper in the morning or at the first opportuni