I should be dead by now. I should be next to my Bill in Heaven by now. (I’m not supposed to wish that, but Bible-believing, husband-loving widows wish that. It’s true.)

I have had countless near misses on the road including a fender cruncher, I nearly toppled off the top of a 12 foot ladder putting garland on the ledge, and this morning the gas can did this little combustion thing and sprayed gasoline in my face when I tried to fill the lawn mower. That’s to cite only 3 of on-my-way, but-hold-everything incidents.

Oh-no’s seem much more frequent on this widow walk. I never realized how many dangers Bill prevented. William means protector. Yes.

God spares our lives for reasons. In my case I know exactly His thinking. He tells me, “You haven’t seen the other side of this valley. And the walk from here deepens your trust which makes Me happy. Plus, it’s a pretty cool, don’t-miss-it view.”

OK. More trust. I’m getting better at this. I feel sure I will live through the next mishap, so that I can one day, take in the view He’s so excited about. I am spared.