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And Now…My Valentine

February 19, 2012 by Leah Stirewalt 10 Comments

What a blessing this week has been for me! I’ve experienced so much JOY reading the stories about the husbands (Valentines) – now in Heaven – of some precious widow friends of mine. As I read their love stories, I smile…smiles of thankfulness for the blessing that God gave each of them in their special men. Even if that blessing ended for each of us – much too soon – it was a treasured blessing nonetheless!

Upon first planning this week of guest posts, I knew that I would end the week with my own Valentine story. And so…today…in this last post of my Valentine’s week, with tears streaming down my cheeks, allow me to introduce my Valentine…Christopher Allen Gillen.

Our meeting was unconventional by many standards, but God doesn’t always work in conventional ways. I “met” my husband on August 31, 2007 via eHarmony. Yes – you read that right – on eHarmony! I told a friend that I would never do the “online dating” thing. You know the saying, “Never say never!” About a year after that exclamation – I found myself in the online dating scene.

For me, eHarmony was a wonderful experience. I met a couple of men (before Chris) that turned out to be wonderful, godly men and resulted in cherished eHarmony memories, but nothing further. Upon meeting Chris (initially by email only), I discovered someone that I related to on many levels. My first three questions for him had to be “passed” by my standards or our communication ceased: (1) How did you come to know the Lord? (2) Do you feel you could ever love and help to parent a child that you didn’t father?, and (3) Describe your current relationship with the Lord and how it shapes your day-to-day journey through life. Chris “passed” with FLYING colors!

After several weeks of email communication, we finally agreed to meet each other in person. We were both so excited and yet so nervous at the same time. Chris lived in Southwest Virginia, 2 ½ hours away from my home in Asheville, NC. He made the first journey to meet me. We never even spoke on the phone until the moment he was getting off my exit to say he was almost at our meeting place. I wanted to throw up. I was a nervous wreck. I felt already knew him, in a sense, from our heavy email chats. And yet…I had never laid eyes on him (except for pictures).

When he stepped foot out of his Chevy Silverado truck, I made my way towards him with the biggest grin my face could possibly create. He was also smiling from ear to ear, and that smile…oh, that smile…I will never forget the tenderness in which he smiled at me with his whole face – not just his mouth. His crystal blue eyes sparkled as well. I felt like I was falling in love with this man, but I dare not admit that yet. It was WAY too early. We hugged each other. He literally lifted me off the ground with the tight, yet comforting, hug that he gave me. We couldn’t stop staring at each other. This day was finally here.

We had arranged to share a picnic together this day – September 29, 2007. I made chicken salad sandwiches, pasta salad, and homemade pita chips. Chris brought heart-shaped shortbread cookies with our names spelled out in dark chocolate in the center of each one (he was such a ROMANTIC, and he baked the cookies himself, from scratch!) He also brought chocolate-dipped strawberries!

We had a wonderful picnic and hike in Pisgah National Forest (not too far from where he would end his life just a few short years later). We ended up spending the rest of the day and evening talking and talking and talking. We couldn’t get enough of each other. And yet…he was such a gentleman and never made any inappropriate comment or move, for that matter. Our 10 hour-long date finally had to end {big sigh!}, and Chris returned home to Virginia that very night. That was the beginning of the best 3 years, 8 months of my life!

We saw each other nearly every weekend after that, with Chris either coming to Asheville or me going to his hometown in Virginia. We talked every night on the phone during the weekdays (until 1 am sometimes). Within just a few weeks of our first meeting, Chris was visiting in Asheville one weekend and told me he loved me. I still couldn’t say it. I was so afraid of being hurt again, as I had been married before, and my relationship ended in a way that literally broke my heart. Chris, on the other hand, had never been married. He said (and I quote), “I’ve been waiting for the woman that God has prepared me for me since before I was before. I’ve been content to be single if that’s what God called me to be, but I’m so glad He led me to you, Leah.”

Chris teaching Anna to fish!

Chris relocated to Asheville on November 16, 2007 to allow us the opportunity to live in the same town and make sure we were still compatible under those conditions. J That only made our love grow deeper! By this point, I finally admitted I was in love with him too. No going back now!

To speed up the story just a bit…Chris proposed to me in March, 2008, and we were married at his home church in Glade Spring, VA on August 9, 2008. I wanted to get married in his hometown, since he was the one that had never been married before. It was a beautiful, simple, wedding in a small, country town in a beautiful section of Virginia. It was a day full of sunshine outside and in my heart! The day I became Mrs. Christopher Gillen culminated years of restoration God had been cultivating in my life!

Can you see the joy on my face?
The newlyweds...

Chris was a dream of a husband. He treated me like a princess, and I’m not exaggerating. We celebrated our wedding anniversary on the 9th of EVERY month. He always brought me flowers, and we watched our wedding video every 9th. He massaged my feet (yes…my feet!) virtually every night! He cooked and baked (I did the cleaning, though!). Best of all, he did the grocery shopping every week (I HATE grocery shopping!). He spoke to me like I was his queen, and treated Anna like his own daughter.

I can count on one hand (literally) the number of disagreements we had (we NEVER argued really – just disagreements). He was so easy-going, funny, content, full of joy, and everybody he shared life with LOVED him dearly. To my knowledge, he never had any enemies (other than THE enemy – the Father of Lies). He was THAT kind of man.

He was a true “country boy” at heart…LOVED to fish (and was excellent at it, I might add) and loved to hunt (but fishing was his passion). In addition to fishing and hunting, scuba diving was another of his loves. He was able to fulfill one of his dreams (prior to us meeting) by diving the Great Barrier Reef off the coast of Australia. He loved the water (like me!!!) and lived on his own sailboat on the FL Gulf Coast for two years. He truly achieved every dream he ever had or expressed to me.

But, something was void in his life on May 3-4, 2011. The days that will go down as the most painful days of my LIFE! His disappearance on May 3, and the discovery of his body on May 4, the result of suicide. My love, my king, my everything…now lived in the presence of the King of Kings!

I will never be the same again. But, this man taught me how to live and how to love – like I’ve never loved another. He taught me what true love looks like…what a biblical marriage consists of…and he blessed my life every single day we shared together on this earth.

Lord, please tell Chris how much I miss him, how much I love him, and how I can’t wait for our reunion in Heaven!

In the words of Matthew West, “save a place for me” babe!

Mother's Day, 2011 - No further caption needed...
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Danita and Dave (a Guest Post by Danita Hiles)

February 17, 2012 by Leah Stirewalt 6 Comments

In case you didn’t read Sunday’s post, I’m doing something a little different this week. In honor of Valentine’s Week, I’ve chosen to host a series of guest posts from some widow friends of mine. Each of these lovely gals will be sharing about their Valentine that now lives in Heaven. To recap the week so far (by the way, I have two more Valentine’s posts scheduled for Saturday and Sunday too!), we heard from Candy on Monday, Sheila on Tuesday, Cindy on Wednesday, Renee on Thursday, and today we get the pleasure of hearing from Danita, who will introduce us to her precious Dave. I first met Danita this past summer at a speaking/writing conference I attended. She and I were introduced, because Danita has traveled the widow’s road for 8 years now, and at that point – I was only 11 weeks in. I will never forget Saturday night of the conference. I had a complete, hysterical meltdown after worship. At some point during this ordeal, Danita knelt down beside me and recited Psalm 16 in my ear. I will NEVER forget that! I remember little about that moment, but I remember THAT! Since that July weekend, I’ve also joined Danita as a member of the writing team for A Widow’s Might blog for widows. You can also find Danita on her personal website: Faithful Flipflops. Please join me in welcoming this precious woman to Out of Deep Waters. And now…here’s Danita…

Danita and Dave

In 1987, my name was Danita Dalton.  That January, I met David Dalton Hiles at a party.  Yep, that’s right.  Dalton.  His middle name was my maiden name.  We had to get out driver’s licenses to prove it!  Further party talk revealed that we were both related to different cousins from the Dalton gang.  The roots of our family trees were connected.  Sort of.  Distantly related bank robbers with a reign of terror in Coffeeville Kansas in the late 1800s.  Nice.

Besides the name thing, it was truly a case of opposites attracting.  North vs South.   Pittsburgh Steelers vs Washington Redskins.   Family of all boys vs family of all girls.  Roman Catholic altar boy meets non-denominational charismatic Jesus girl.   Clean freak vs cluttered female.   Navy man vs Air Force brat. Coke vs Pepsi.   A thinker vs a talker.  And the list goes on.  Sigh.

Doesn’t God have a sense of humor?

Somehow we made it work.   And 15 years later and two darling girls later, when I said my unbelievably unexpected goodbyes in a Honolulu emergency room, I had to smile through the tears, because He did indeed ‘work all things together for good’.   My officer and a gentleman was indeed that.   He made me laugh every day (even when I wanted to stay mad!)  Little gifts just because.  Helping out just came naturally.  I often said nothing is sexier than a man unloading the dishwasher or folding laundry!   Our romance was more of an everyday variety than a roses and cards on ‘special occasions’ type.

Perfect – not hardly.   Fights?  O yes, there were plenty of those.  I wanted to discuss everything to death.  ‘Honey, we need to talk…’  He wanted to sweep it all under the carpet and avoid those elephants smelling up the corner of our living room.   Somehow, we usually managed to meet in the middle.  Sometimes, after an evening of awkward silence. Sometimes following lots of talking and tears (usually mine).  Sometimes right away.

Marriage is truly the most difficult thing I have ever done.   And I wouldn’t have traded it for the world!  I miss those silly connecting phone calls in the middle of the day and someone bringing me coffee in bed.  Sitting next to him watching our girls do anything and being proud together.  Seeing him at the back of the room with arms raised while I led worship for our Awanas kids.  A shared look across a crowded party that said, ‘I know, babe, me too’.  Being part of a team.   A ‘we’ instead of an I.

Six months after Dave died, the girls and I returned to our home church in Honolulu for a visit.   It happened to be Wednesday night.  Awanas night.  And in that place of so many ‘Dave’ memories, I realized something.   Looking towards the back of the room where he ‘should’ have been standing, arms lifted in worship, I realized that he was instead standing in the throne room of heaven, worshipping God in person. Doing what we all were created to do.   Loving and being loved perfectly.  Sometimes I need a reminder of that.  Not sure how the whole heaven thing works, but I like to imagine him getting to peek in on us every now and then, seeing his girls grow up.   Being a part of the ‘cloud of witnesses’ that is cheering us on.   ‘You’re doing great, babe.  I’m proud of you!’

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Leah StirewaltI became "twice widowed" when my beloved prince, Joel, went to his Heavenly home after a brief and sudden illness on February 12, 2017. I’m in a place of shock and devastation, but I intend to use this format to journal my second widow journey, much like I did my first. It’s my open journal, my electronic oasis, and it’s often the place I find true healing as I allow myself to “come clean” with my feelings. Read More...

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