They were very happy in their eleventh year of marriage, her third and his third.
Alcoholism, abuse, cheating, all this was the behavior of their former spouses, and
both had just about given up on ever finding a happy life with someone. Then their
world started to shake!
First Virginia underwent an hysterectomy and bladder suspension which was very
painful and kept her off her job as Assistant to the County Attorney. But Jim was
faithful and supported her all the way. After only a few months, just when things
began to settle out and she could go back to work, she suffered a massive heart
attack which resulted in a double by-pass.
Both Jim and Virginia were devout Christians and prayed that God would intervene
and help her to heal and regain her health. She relates that she was dying in the
hospital and sensed a tremendously beautiful blue calm; which seemed to be
enveloping her in a sweeter and more comforting love than anything she had ever
felt. She was awakened by Jim urging her to hold on and to fight to live. She said that
she was angry with him for taking her away from the warmth and love she felt in the
glow surrounding her.
After she was released from the hospital and came home, although not released from
a doctor's immediate care, Jim tried to persuade her to only go back to her job
part-time and as he watched over her like a mother would her only child, she became
more and more dependent on him for everything. She told me one day that she was
afraid he was trying to make an invalid of her and she abhorred that. She was
forty-nine years old.
Her health was tenuous but she slowly regained strength and continued to work part
time in a job that she loved. Then her world came crashing down. Jim died suddenly
at his job at a sign manufacturing company of anaphylactic shock from acute
respiratory reaction to fumes around him. He was fifty-seven years old.
What has come about since then is nothing short of a miracle. Three months after
Jim's death, a devastated Virginia asked me if I would go with her to a grief
counseling group where she could talk and share with others who had recently
become widowed and were seeking help to understand how to survive as she was. I
agreed and HOPE (Helping Others through Prayer and Encouragement) was begun
with five core attendees. Other ladies came and went, but we remained true to the
group meeting once a week in homes at first, then in the church that Jim and Virginia
had helped to establish and build, and loved with all their hearts.
Her health remained touch and go, complicated by severe asthma and breathing
difficulties accompanied with continuing small heart attacks; her grief knew no
abatement. We prayed together, cried together and laughed together, and always
studied God's Word for encouragement and direction. We found it abundantly. Slowly
Virginia's attitude improved and she was actually smiling more than she was crying.
About six months after Jim's death, with her longing to be with him in Heaven, her
doctor wanted her to have a stress test, and since her physical ability precluded the
treadmill, it was chemically induced. She said it was worse than anything she had
ever before experienced and she feared she would die of the pain. She said that was
when she determined that she REALLY wanted to live, and even though she missed
Jim with everything in her, she told him, "Jim, you'll just have to wait for me a little
while, I want to live!"
And as Paul Harvey would say: "Now, for the REST of the story."
Virginia made amazing steps forward in her health, worked full time, attended church
every time the doors were open, took a twelve-week Evangelism Explosion course,
faithfully called on many survivors of death in our small community, and progressed in
her job. She was never too tired or too distressed herself to listen and council on the
phone to others who knew she would help them over bad places in their own struggle
with grief.
Perhaps the most amazing progress for her was selling the cabin that she and Jim
had built together in our community and relocating to town where she could be closer
to her church first, then her doctor, and just as much, her friends at work and in
HOPE. She longed to have early morning coffee or breakfast out with her friends and
associates. What a magnificent change came about her. She bloomed in her new
solitary life, received a very large raise because of her excellent work as Assistant to
the County Attorney which was a great affirmation for her.
Once again she enjoys her hobbies of machine knitting, handgun target shooting,
entertaining her family from out of town, traveling and shopping with friends from
work and HOPE, and just being alive. Since putting HOPE in abeyance for another
time, she has begun a Bible Study group teaching others how to pray, study and
worship the Lord in a concentrated, consecrated way, and has taken another
twelve-week class in Evangelism Education.
During the past year, HOPE has been put on inactive status because she and the
other ladies no longer feel the need to grieve as they did at the beginning. They all
have moved past that stage of their lives and are looking forward now, not back.
Her motto should be: If you run out of rope, just tie a knot in the end and hang on for
dear life! She did when there seemed to be no physical, mental or spiritual possibility
to do so; and although she continues to suffer heart problems and breathing
difficulties, she has survived while setting a blessed example for us who have lesser
problems to cope with in our own lives.
Alcoholism, abuse, cheating, all this was the behavior of their former spouses, and
both had just about given up on ever finding a happy life with someone. Then their
world started to shake!
First Virginia underwent an hysterectomy and bladder suspension which was very
painful and kept her off her job as Assistant to the County Attorney. But Jim was
faithful and supported her all the way. After only a few months, just when things
began to settle out and she could go back to work, she suffered a massive heart
attack which resulted in a double by-pass.
Both Jim and Virginia were devout Christians and prayed that God would intervene
and help her to heal and regain her health. She relates that she was dying in the
hospital and sensed a tremendously beautiful blue calm; which seemed to be
enveloping her in a sweeter and more comforting love than anything she had ever
felt. She was awakened by Jim urging her to hold on and to fight to live. She said that
she was angry with him for taking her away from the warmth and love she felt in the
glow surrounding her.
After she was released from the hospital and came home, although not released from
a doctor's immediate care, Jim tried to persuade her to only go back to her job
part-time and as he watched over her like a mother would her only child, she became
more and more dependent on him for everything. She told me one day that she was
afraid he was trying to make an invalid of her and she abhorred that. She was
forty-nine years old.
Her health was tenuous but she slowly regained strength and continued to work part
time in a job that she loved. Then her world came crashing down. Jim died suddenly
at his job at a sign manufacturing company of anaphylactic shock from acute
respiratory reaction to fumes around him. He was fifty-seven years old.
What has come about since then is nothing short of a miracle. Three months after
Jim's death, a devastated Virginia asked me if I would go with her to a grief
counseling group where she could talk and share with others who had recently
become widowed and were seeking help to understand how to survive as she was. I
agreed and HOPE (Helping Others through Prayer and Encouragement) was begun
with five core attendees. Other ladies came and went, but we remained true to the
group meeting once a week in homes at first, then in the church that Jim and Virginia
had helped to establish and build, and loved with all their hearts.
Her health remained touch and go, complicated by severe asthma and breathing
difficulties accompanied with continuing small heart attacks; her grief knew no
abatement. We prayed together, cried together and laughed together, and always
studied God's Word for encouragement and direction. We found it abundantly. Slowly
Virginia's attitude improved and she was actually smiling more than she was crying.
About six months after Jim's death, with her longing to be with him in Heaven, her
doctor wanted her to have a stress test, and since her physical ability precluded the
treadmill, it was chemically induced. She said it was worse than anything she had
ever before experienced and she feared she would die of the pain. She said that was
when she determined that she REALLY wanted to live, and even though she missed
Jim with everything in her, she told him, "Jim, you'll just have to wait for me a little
while, I want to live!"
And as Paul Harvey would say: "Now, for the REST of the story."
Virginia made amazing steps forward in her health, worked full time, attended church
every time the doors were open, took a twelve-week Evangelism Explosion course,
faithfully called on many survivors of death in our small community, and progressed in
her job. She was never too tired or too distressed herself to listen and council on the
phone to others who knew she would help them over bad places in their own struggle
with grief.
Perhaps the most amazing progress for her was selling the cabin that she and Jim
had built together in our community and relocating to town where she could be closer
to her church first, then her doctor, and just as much, her friends at work and in
HOPE. She longed to have early morning coffee or breakfast out with her friends and
associates. What a magnificent change came about her. She bloomed in her new
solitary life, received a very large raise because of her excellent work as Assistant to
the County Attorney which was a great affirmation for her.
Once again she enjoys her hobbies of machine knitting, handgun target shooting,
entertaining her family from out of town, traveling and shopping with friends from
work and HOPE, and just being alive. Since putting HOPE in abeyance for another
time, she has begun a Bible Study group teaching others how to pray, study and
worship the Lord in a concentrated, consecrated way, and has taken another
twelve-week class in Evangelism Education.
During the past year, HOPE has been put on inactive status because she and the
other ladies no longer feel the need to grieve as they did at the beginning. They all
have moved past that stage of their lives and are looking forward now, not back.
Her motto should be: If you run out of rope, just tie a knot in the end and hang on for
dear life! She did when there seemed to be no physical, mental or spiritual possibility
to do so; and although she continues to suffer heart problems and breathing
difficulties, she has survived while setting a blessed example for us who have lesser
problems to cope with in our own lives.
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