The widow’s walk is not always clear; most times her path is undefined.
But she walks.
Minutes into hours, weeks, months and even years.
Her stride may vary fast, medium, slow, but always at a pace all her own.
She walks.
Through winding roads, up rocky hills, through dry valleys
Climbing mountains, and conquering fears;
But she walks
Stepping forward though it feels like two steps back.
Hoping, praying, trusting, believing…denying, changing, ruling, and reigning
Conquering, overcoming, and triumphantly living.
As she walks the widow’s walk.

The Worshipping Widow