Are you navigating the dark waters of grief, loss, and disappointment? I want to reassure you that there’s hope in your hurt. I’ve walked this path myself, questioning God when my husband passed away. But He reminded me of Psalm 34:8, “Taste and see that the Lord is good.” Initially, I was taken aback. Why would God remind me of His goodness in the midst of my pain? However, as I meditated on the scripture, I began to recall the countless times God had shown up for me:
- As an immigrant, God brought me into the loving home of a Jamaican couple in New York, strangers who became family.
- When I joined the military, God protected me, and I didn’t lose my life.
- God facilitated my journey to becoming a U.S. citizen just a few months after joining the U.S. Army.
- God divinely connected me with my beloved husband of 10 years.
- God enabled me to complete my Master’s degree without any financial burden.
- God made us welcome our miracle baby after eight years of waiting.
- God helped me secure my current job immediately after military service.
- God made us homeowners.
- God was with me throughout my military tours, and I didn’t have an accident.
- God spared my life and womb after a life-threatening emergency C-section.
Counting these blessings and more, I realized that God’s goodness isn’t determined by my circumstances but by His good character. The same God who blessed me all this time is the same God who allowed my spouse to leave this world. This truth, though painful, is the truth. God is indeed good, and we just have to taste and see for ourselves.
Yes, I’m hurting, and I miss my husband so much. But God, who gave me my husband, loves him more than I do and will never leave me or forsake me. If you’re walking through grief or loss, I urge you not to remain in your pain. Cry, scream, or wail if you need to, but don’t give up on God. Reflect on the times God showed up for you, and you’ll find that your burdens become lighter. Even in my grief, I choose to trust the God who saw me through the past to do it again.
