I love my house. It is exactly what my husband and I wanted for our family when we decided to up and move across the city last year. I often joke that we really bought my clawfoot tub and the house came with it. We had only moved in six months ago and we were so very excited to make it our own. This was the house that we intended to put down roots and raise our babies. It’s two blocks away from the elementary school and the playground and the pool. It’s nestled in a quiet, pretty cul-de-sac where our kids love to ride their scooters and bikes. We were here to stay and we were thrilled about it.
But then he died and everything I thought was real and true in my life disappeared before my eyes. In the days after Garry’s death, I learned the harsh truth that there would be no money out there to help me save my house. But because I never take no for an answer, I fought against the thought of giving up my house for a long time. I railed against it and tried to rack my brain for a solution that made any sense. Despite my denial and righteous refusal to concede, the fact remained: I alone could not afford to keep our home and the sooner I sold it, the better off I and my children would be.
Once I admitted to myself this truth, my next fight was to find a way to buy a little house closer to my sister where we could help each other raise our babies. So I began by looking at little houses in her area over the Christmas break. I was encouraged to find a precious little neighborhood not ten minutes from my sister’s house that I really loved. And then I was excited to find a cute little house that was just perfect for me and the kids. In fact, I liked it so much I decided to try to get pre-approved for a mortgage in preparation for making an offer on it. I was feeling hopeful for the first time in weeks and I started daydreaming about how I would decorate my new little home.
But then after New Year’s Day I got a call from the mortgage guy. It turns out that because of my god-awful student loans, I would not qualify for a mortgage large enough to afford my little house. Just like that, all my hope and dreams for rebuilding a life for me and my kids crumbled to dust once again. I began to sob on the phone with the poor mortgage guy and I continued to sob for a week and a half.
I sobbed, I think, for so many more reasons than the loss of my dream for buying a home. I sobbed for the loss of my husband and provider, the man who gave me all my heart’s desires with a smile on his face and a gleam in his eye. I sobbed for the home I’ve already started to let go of because I know I can’t keep it for much longer. I sobbed for the uncertainty of my future, and of my children’s future. I sobbed for the lifestyle that was being slowly ripped away from me. I sobbed because I felt like a failure for not being able to secure a simple mortgage on my own. I sobbed for all the ways I am being asked to be strong, to carry on, to make decisions and do hard things when all I want to do is curl into a ball and fade away. I sobbed because all of this is not the way my life was supposed to be.
For a few days after that phone call, I gave up. I gave up on fighting and I gave up on God. I gave up on trusting His plan and being strong in my faith. I was angry that He was taking everything in my life away from me. I was tired of being strong and trying to stay calm. So I stopped and a railed at Him and I cried and felt sorry for myself. I threw a giant pity party for myself and I just wallowed in it.
And then I saw this:
This is the tattoo I got several weeks after Garry died. It was a Wednesday and my girlfriend took me out for sushi and a movie. We never made it to the movie because we talked for so long at dinner. As we were leaving dinner, I asked her if she wanted to go with me to get a tattoo. Without hesitation, she said, “Let’s go.” So we did. We were the two least hip moms to probably ever grace that tattoo parlor, but the gentleman who worked there was sweet and kind and made me laugh.
I got this tattoo as a reminder. It is a reminder of Exodus 14:14, “The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.” It’s a reminder to myself to sit down, shut up, and let God do His work. I am, and have always been, such a fighter when hard things come my way that often times I get in my own way because I don’t stop long enough to listen to what God is trying to tell me, or see what God is trying to show me. It’s a reminder that perhaps my plans, as good and well-intentioned as they may be, are not the plans of the One who is writing my story. Perhaps He has other plans for me, for my future, that I can’t understand or imagine right now. Perhaps, if I were to be still, He will show me the next steps I need to take as I need to take them.
God also revealed to me a truth this past week that has stuck with me. He showed me this verse: “If you cling to your life, you will lose it; but if you give up your life for me, you will find it.” Matthew 10:39. I am a stage 5 clinger, y’all. I cling like the best of them. I have been clinging to the shambles of my life since Garry died and yet those shambles are still being pried from my fingers one by one. I know that I’m clinging on because I’m terrified. I’m so scared of letting go of all that I have known and all we built together. I am petrified to live in a world where my husband is no longer breathing the same air as me and holding my hand through all of these obstacles. But clinging on to the shambles is getting me nowhere. Throwing a tantrum and railing at God is doing nothing but making a mess of me.
So I have decided that, as hard and unnatural as it is for me, I need to stop fighting and be still so God can fight for me. I have to give up my desperate dream of keeping a house that is draining my meager savings account. I have to let it go. I have to give up my hope of being able to buy a house on my own, at least for the time being, and be content with finding a cute little rental where I and my children can start healing and learning what life looks like now. I have to let go of all the plans I once thought were the “right” plans and just let God show me where to put my next footstep for now.
If He is telling me to be still, I will be still. If He is telling me to let go of my old life so that He can build my new life, I will open my clenched fists. If He wants to write my next chapter, I have to be willing to turn the page and walk into it, even if I can’t yet read the words. One step at a time, one breath at a time, one day at a time, I will let go and I will be still.
Nicole | Glamorously You says
What a beautiful story. I am so happy that you have been able to find the light after such a dark time. Very inspiring!
This is absolutely beautiful, Cheyenne, and so inspiring! You are an encouragement to so many. I know that God has great plans for you and I’m so thankful that our paths have crossed and I get to witness the story of redemption that He will write in your life.
Patti O’Donnell says
So well written and heart felt.
Thank you for sharing your story of depending on Him alone! He is surely fighting for His daughters & sons. I love your tattoo also. I hope I hear more in weeks to come of how you’ve experienced our Amazing Father through your journey!
I’m so sorry for your loss. I lost my husband of 33 yrs 6 yrs ago. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever gone through. Sending you huge hugs.
There is a site that I found a lot of help from and made some lifelong friends also. It’s called Soaring Spirits International. They have a site and are on Facebook. They have camp widow and much more. This may be something you already know but for financial help you can file for his social security for your kids. Also if he was in the military there are things you can apply for. I hope you find all the help you need. Thank you for sharing your story. Wishing you peace and sending you light and love. Hugs.
Cheyenne, you are a strong and amazing woman of God. Every time I read one of your posts, I am moved in some way or another. I love your tatoo, what an awesome reminder to rest in His arms and wait patiently to see what He has in store for us.
Lynn Woods says
This is so beautiful. Cheyenne, you are strong and sharing your story with others is so inspiring. God is watching over you and your babies.
This is beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing.
This is such a beautiful post! I am writing down the verse from Exodus so I can find it when I need a reminder to be still! Your tattoo is lovely and I am so glad you have a good friend to support you and do things like that with you! Even though we have never meet the Lord brings you to mind often and you and your babies are truly in my thoughts and prayers!
So many times in life I have looked up to God and asked ,”Really?” Many things we don’t understand, and frankly I don’t think we’re supposed to understand. He is God and we are not. But even in the midst of the despair I can only imagine that you feel, God is still good and He is good. He DOES have a plan for you and your children. I too am a fighter. Letting go and letting God is a great little phrase but it doesn’t sit well with me. I want to make things happen. But as my life goes by I can see the times I did things my way, they didn’t work. But when I stopped, and was still, and let Him lead the way, oh what peace. So my dear sister, yes, be still. Be still and know that He is good and He is working ALL THINGS TOGETHER FOR GOOD. It may not look like you want it to look, but His ways are always better than ours. I have prayed, and will continue to pray. Keep your eyes on Jesus. I have a feeling your story is just beginning, and it will help more people than you ever dreamed for His glory.
I am praying for you!
Kathy Decoste says
My dearest sister he is a good good God. I know he has a plan for you and your children. Iam so happy you are in a place of still. as I have been in this past year.the change has been wonderful and I have so much piece and grace in my life. I pray for you and your little ones that you recieve all the things in life you deserve. Your friend in prayer Kathy
I am impressed with your ability to admit you are a clinger and someone who holds on with closed fists. I have a very hard time with admitting that. The times I thought I was on the right path or made a life decision that didn’t work out, I would think that God didn’t show me very clearly what he wanted. The reality was that I can’t be still or quiet long enough to see and know what HE wanted. Wishing you peace and sending you prayers. ?
Cheyenne, thank you for your beautiful post. I enjoy keeping up with what is happening in your life and know you are struggling but still fighting. Your tattoo is great I love it! God bless you and your children may you be still and let God be there for you to guide you. HUGS
Marcia Martins says
I’m praying for you too, Cheyenne.
This post is beautiful! I can absolutely relate as I’m faced with having to give up our home right now. My husband passed away unexpectedly in May 2022 and with the grief of losing him, there is also the loss of my home for my daughter and son. Thank you for writing inspiration that perfectly fits what I am facing now. Thank you!