I woke up suddenly and reached across to my husband’s side of the bed. Finding him absent, I spoke aloud and I said,” Ron, honey, are you in the bathroom?” And then I suddenly remembered that Ron had been dead for eleven years.
Strangely, this was not the painful experience you might imagine. I can’t explain it exactly, but it is a happy memory.
Yes, Ron is gone, but somehow the pain of separation has lessened, while sweet memories of our love remain strong.
I tell you this very personal happening because God promised this and then he does it.
“For I will turn their mourning into joy and I will comfort them and give them joy for their sorrow. (Jeremiah 31:13)
Don’t give up hope. Hang onto the promise. What he has done for me, he will also do for you.
In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. (1 John 4:10)