K-Kehlani (Widow)

It’s been two years since he passed. The house is quieter now, emptier. I keep myself busy with church and volunteering, but there’s a hole in my heart that nothing seems to fill. A few days ago, I was sitting alone in the living room, praying for peace. 'God, help me make sense of this. Help me heal.' I don’t know how or when, but I feel God starting to piece me back together. Prayer doesn’t bring him back, but it helps me find a way to live again.