Three months after Dianne went home to be with her Lord... I miss her more and more each day

     Earlier on this blog, July 14, I wrote about the pain of losing the love of your life... how do you describe that pain on a scale of 1 to 10?  A level of "10" doesn't begin to tell the story.  (You can read that earlier article here.)
     In those early days after Dianne's passing, I somehow felt that over time the pain would subside, and life would somehow begin to make sense again.
     Yesterday marked three months since Dianne left us to go home to be with her Lord.
     The pain has not lessened, and life seems to make less sense as each day goes by.
      It seems that, with each passing day, I miss her more and more.  
      Gradually the truth comes to me:  this pain will be with me for the rest of my life.  It may periodically subside, but it is something that I cannot control or conquer.
     All that I can do... in facing and living each day as it comes... is give all my pain and grief over to God... and trust Him to bear it with me.
     If you read this, will you lift me up in prayer?  I need your prayers now more than ever.
     Thank you!