I'm 73 years old, and I'm dying. I've lost my husband, several friends, and I'm watching the people I love die. The accumulation of grief is almost too much.
But John says: God will wipe away every tear. Not from a distance. God's presence is so real that grief is erased.
I'm not denying my tears now. I'm weeping. My husband's been gone three years and I still miss him desperately. But I'm also trusting that this isn't forever. That the final state is one where tears are wiped away.
That gives me permission to grieve without despairing. The grief is real and temporary. Both are true.
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