21/10/2025
Last week, I had a long conversation with a woman who is grieving over the loss of her young husband. It was a profound talk, one that reverberated with me deeply. In fact, as we talked, laughed, and cried together, I had to agree with her about the one aspect of mourning that continues to plague her most.
“I just never thought that grief would last this long,” she said. “I kept telling myself that sooner or later, it would get easier, and I would begin to miss him less and less. But that’s not the case; it’s almost as if I miss him more every day.”
Then, this young widow spoke about all the things she missed most about her husband – his voice, his laughter, his smell, the touch of him sleeping beside her, and even silly things like him leaving his dirty socks on the floor or putting his gym shoes on the kitchen countertop.
She shared how empty her house feels, and how a commercial on television or a post on social media can once again bring an immediate, intense, heartbreaking realization that her husband is not there, and he’s not coming back.
Although I had no instant words to make her sadness go away, I did agree that the grief journey never ends, and it won’t end until we reach the feet of Jesus and He says, “Come, you who are blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world” (Matthew 25:34).
From experience, I also did not try to offer this woman platitudes or assurance that all will be well and get better or easier. But I did offer her one encouragement that I have garnered after 2.5 years of living without our adult son, Chris, in our daily lives. For me, this line of thought came from studying and searching the scriptures repeatedly for God’s words of healing and hope, not my own words or the world’s answers.
So, I sat quietly and waited for a lull in our conversation, and then I whispered one question, “Do you know how I know that God is real?”
Not everyone has accepted God’s gift of eternal love.