Testimony of Healing May 10, 1999 Issue

Prayer ends grief over husband's passing

Judith L. Minor

A good soldier is disciplined. I recently felt a need for more disciplined thinking concerning the fact that God is Life. Conscientiously, I began praying to understand what Life is. Gradually I felt more peaceful with my growing spiritual understanding of death's nothingness and man's immortality. My understanding was tested when some close friends passed on, and again when Mom and Dad died, but the Comforter provided a safe ark above it all.

When my husband suddenly passed away, however, two months after retiring and at the beginning of long-anticipated prospects, I felt that I understood nothing, absolutely nothing. It was so discouraging when the pain lingered and I didn't feel the dominion I anticipated and prayed for.

Following my husband's retirement, we had moved to a tropical location for several months to study, swim, and discover new lives. When he drowned six weeks later, I felt my life ended, too. I often wanted it to end. One evening I looked out at the stars and the sea and asked God to please, please tell me where my husband is. "I need to know, Father," I prayed as humbly and importunately as a beloved child would ask a loving parent. The answer was not what I expected: "He's in your thought; it's the only place he has ever been."

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