Maybe, Someday

I wrote this about two months after losing my husband. I thought I would share it with you.

Maybe, someday, I will be able to get through the day without feeling like a piece of my heart has been ripped out, but instead let God's peace fill those empty places.

Maybe, someday, I will not look at his side of the bathroom vanity and expect to see him, but instead remember how he looked at me in the mirror and smiled.

Maybe, someday, I won't look at the empty spot in the driveway and long to see his work truck, but instead I'll remember how hard he worked to provide for his family.

Maybe, someday, I won't see a camper and think about our unfulfilled plans, but instead I'll remember all the years we made memories taking vacations in our RV.

Maybe, someday, I won't feel a twinge of jealousy when I see couples spending time together, holding hands, or enjoying life, but instead I'll remember when I enjoyed those same things with him and smile.

Maybe, someday, I won't lay next to an empty side of the bed and long for his arms to hold me, but instead remember how just his touch could bring me peace.

Maybe, someday, I won't ask God why, but instead I will see His plan for my life played out.

I know, someday, I will no longer ache to see his face, but instead I will see him in Glory.