When you do, I want you to remarry and have a good life.” I protested, but he was insistent.About a year later, while having my morning devotions, I gazed at the large poster that we had displayed at my husband’s memorial service. He was almost life-size, smiling, looking so ‘real’ and so ‘present’ I said to the Lord, ‘He was such a good gift.’ Immediately, the Lord replied, ‘Don’t you think that I can give you other good gifts’? ‘Of course,’ I told Him and confessed my shortsightedness and miniature level of trust in His providence.A year and a half after my husband’s passing, after I had grieved deeply and taken many steps toward healing, I felt open to the possibility of remarriage.