As I listened to the series of the finale episodes of a famed female talk show host on Thursday, I felt empowered.
Now that woman can move you!
I was most impressed not only by what she was saying- the message she was giving, but also by the fact that she seems so humble. She handled herself with so much grace, even through the “ugly cry”.
And as I listened, I cried. It’s like death – almost. I won’t see live shows and I won’t get to hear about her next “great adventure”. It was like losing a dear loved one. I know that feeling all too well.
But really “WOWED” me was that in the end she gave all glory to God, Jesus Christ.
And that’s when I lost it. I spent hours just sobbing.
I was at that part of this grieving process where I realized that I couldn’t remember his voice. I had to let it out, and let it go. I struggled to remember, and couldn’t.
I finally released him.
Yesterday was a day of recovery. Recovering, once again, from my sorrow.
It’s not easier, but now I know how. And the people who’ve experienced this before me told me these feelings would never go away, you just learn to live with it. As I reflect back on some of this icon’s previous shows I remember staying home from work one day, I was tired, hurt and depressed. I flipped channels and landed on her show as she was introducing Nate. His experience with grief and his thoughts, one thought that captured me was, “The ‘date’ doesn’t matter. The memory matters and you always have that”.
Or something like that but those words fed my soul. It’s what I needed to hear, right then.
Nothing is coincidence. Everything happens for a reason. EVERYTHING.
Watching her last show was like water to my soul. Not like the Water I get from Jesus, but through her He nourished me. She’s not my God, but I’ve watched God use her. A vessel to the world, she is.
I realized I’ve spent the last 2 years idle. Not knowing what I wanted to do or what I liked to do. But one thing I know for sure today, is I have compassion. Not the enabling kind, but the “hand up, not hand out” type. My husband taught me that before he died from cancer at age 52. And I finally realized yesterday that that part of the lesson I learned died with him.
I’ve had many “A-ha” moments. And I feel one coming on and I feel like my life is about to change once again. But, this time, for better or worse, One thing I know for sure God is in this with me. There is no doubt.
I’ve grieved and I’ve mourned. I will always miss Scott, and Oprah but it’s time to take the next step forward. As scary and exciting as it is I will embrace it and just “be”. Because I know their memories will live on, in my heart and in my life.