As I navigate the road of grief, I realize it is not an easy journey. It is solitary and requires a lot of courage, strength, and faith. I have been blessed with a supportive community that has been there for me through thick and thin. They have shown me so much love and comforted me during my time of need. But when the day is over and everyone has returned to their daily lives, I am left with an empty heart, an ache that nothing seems to soothe.
In moments like these, I find solace in the word of God. It is the one thing that has remained constant and true throughout my life. It is the one thing that has given me the courage to face the darkest hour of my life. I remember the story of Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane, where He prayed to His Father to take the cup away from Him but surrendered to God's will.
Knowing what would come, I think of the immense pain and anguish He must have felt. Yet, He trusted His Father's plan and courageously faced the cross. He did not face it alone; He had the promise of His Father's unfailing love and the knowledge that His sacrifice would bring victory out of seeming defeat.
Similarly, I find my strength in the promise of God's unfailing love. I believe He will redeem and bring victory out of my daughter's passing. I trust His plan is good, even though it is hard to understand sometimes. I know that Jesus is holding Texa safely in His arms until the day we are reunited in heaven.
The road of grief is long and winding, but I know I do not have to walk it alone. God is with me every step of the way, holding my hand and guiding me through the darkness. And for that, I am forever grateful.
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