Send a comment. Grief changes us in profound ways, sometimes shrinking our world to the size of a bedroom. After losing my husband and spending three years mostly confined to the room we once shared in our home of 34 years, I faced a divine disruption. God began moving me—not just physically from Indiana to South Carolina, but out of emotional stagnation and into a new season of purpose. The memories of three decades filled every corner of that house. It wasn't just walls and windows; it was...