by Leanne Lippincott

Soon after my husband’s death, I found myself focusing on some strange thoughts: Can Denny see what I’m doing? Can he hear what I’m saying? At first, I was desperate for any communication, even if it was only one-way. But, gradually, a funny thing happened: I reached the point where I didn’t want Denny to know things. Did he just see me dent the car? Did he hear those angry, poisonous words that just spewed from my mouth? Although it can be a little intimidating, it’s comforting that God knows us so well—our ways, our thoughts, our words, our hearts. He cares deeply for each and every one of us.