Good Friday friends. Today I want to introduce you to my new friend Becky whom I recently met in a facebook group when she commented on one of my posts. Becky shares just a small part of her story here but you can read more about her journey by following the links below.
Becky is an amazing woman. She is raising two (very) small children on her own and she just recently celebrated her 8th wedding anniversary alone.
Please take a moment to read Becky’s story. I know you will find it as encouraging as I have. And then may I ask you to please help us with two small things?
- Could you take a moment to pray for Becky? I’m sure she would appreciate your prayers. She is preparing to go to She Speaks (a conference for Christian writers and speakers) next week where she will be pitching a book proposal. On top of the usual stress in packing and preparing for herself she will be leaving her two small children as well. May I ask you to take a moment to cover her in prayer?
- Would you please take just a second to pop over to her facebook page and “like” her page? Numbers are important in the publishing world and I’m sure she would appreciate your support. (She probably wouldn’t mind if you wanted to subscribe to her blog as well.)
Thank you friends. And here’s Becky …..
My husband died 18 months ago. It’s been a year and a half of survival mode and learning to parent two precocious children on my own. There have been incredible moments of joy and wonderful new memories made, but there are just as many hard days.
What do you do when your dreams are shattered? What if everything you hoped for suddenly disappeared? It’s hard to have hope when you only have enough energy to get to get through the day. Never mind the fact that what you had hoped for before was now gone.
You don’t have to be a widow to understand. Your broken hope may be a lost job, relationship, house, child, friendship, or career. Any kind of loss can lead to lost hope. Without realizing it, I stopped dreaming after my husband died. I stopped hoping for new and wonderful things. I was thankful for what I was given, but I didn’t lay in bed at night imagining or getting excited about the future.
Somewhere along the way, hope starts creeping back into your heart. This week I discovered Emily Dikinson’s poem, “ ‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers” and I can’t stop reading the first stanza:
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all.
Hope never stops singing.
I’ve started dreaming again. Last week I picked one thing I wanted and let my mind wander. I dreamed about how wonderful it would be if it happened. I wandered down rabbit trails and got excited. I thought about the fuzzy, happy feelings I would have if this dream came true and I felt the frustrated disappointment of the dream lost.
I felt hope singing this week. My dreaming may never come to fruition, but the more I dream, the more I feel hope take hold. The stronger my hope is, the easier it is to be brave. When life feels hard and impossible, survival is necessary, but when you hear the first notes of hope singing, start dreaming friends, because hope is real and new dreams will come true.
Becky L McCoy lives on the Connecticut coast with her two precocious and hilarious children. She once enjoyed teaching high school physics and now tells her story of loss, grief, and joyful living on her blog. Having struggled with depression and anxiety and experienced several seasons of grief and struggle, Becky is passionate about creating an online community where people share their stories and encourage one another to choose to live bravely and authentically at BeckyLMcCoy.com and her podcast Stories of Unfolding Grace.
You can read more of Becky’s story here:
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