a Bill sized hole

I spoke with someone after chapel last week who said 

"There is a Bill sized hole left here."

I wasn't sure what to think.

I have only ever heard that phrase attached to 

"a God-sized hole in every heart that only He can fill".

I discussed it with Andrew.

He agreed and explained it to me.

There is a Bill sized hole.

The space that he filled is empty.

That is not to say that no one else can do the work he did,

but no one else will ever be him.

I can definitely agree with that.

I am very aware of that gaping hole.
I am convinced that only God can heal that wound.

Bill worked a lot of hours.

Every day, day in and day out.

All of our marriage he averaged minimum 10 hour work days.

Translation: my daytime new is not drastic.

Bill also came home every night.

Sometimes it was for dinner and an hour or two, then back to work.

But eventually he made his way home to sleep.

That is one of the biggest adjustments in my life.

It is one of the "all things new."

In that same chapel service Bre sang a song, "All Things New." 

Since then, daily, nightly, the chorus plays on repeat in my mind.

New is different.

New and different is not wrong.

It is simply new.

It is simply different.

And that is where I am-

watching God work,

making all things in my life new.

It is both exciting and terrifying.