Where do you go when life as you know it is turned completely upside down? It happened to me. The life I knew and loved vanished on August 7, 2013 when my college sweetheart and husband of 33 years chose to end his life. There are not words to describe my shock and devastation. Though I was surrounded with wonderful, loving people, none of them could restore the half of me that died that day. This was a God-sized task! This is my journey through shock, grief, mourning and healing. It is the very personal and profound journey I took to ultimately discover that no matter how deep your pain…God is always there and He is enough. If you are grieving, God Is Enough will give you hope. I understand what you are going through, and I am here to share my message of hope, healing and faith.
M.E. Louis is a native of North Carolina. She grew up in Chapel Hill where she attended the University of North Carolina and met the love of her life, Tate, who became a pastor. After 33 years of marriage, Tate took his life on August 7, 2013. God is Enough is her story of hope, healing and faith.
Mom and I both LOVE to travel. Each summer we would go to Cherry Grove,
South Carolina. We would stay in an ocean front condo for three or four days. It was a wonderful get away!
Over the years we developed a routine. We walked on the pier as well as the beach. We would sight see from our condo porch. We would shop at Belk Department Store, choose a movie in the theatre to see, and eat supper at Hoskins restaurant in North Myrtle Beach. No matter how many nights we stayed, we would eat dinner every night at Hoskins! The seafood is so good and well worth waiting in the long line. This year will be very different. Mom now resides in an assisted living home. All residents there have been quarantined since March. No one is allowed to visit. It has been difficult for both of us. I am hopeful that we will make a trip to the beach in 2020.
God is Enough
My Mom, widowed two years prior to my husband’s death, provided comfort by her presence—either staying at my house or letting me crash at hers. My now best friend, Mom’s numerous phone calls and willingness to travel with me have been a precious gift.