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As I stepped into the kitchen, my heart dropped. Memories that had once felt warm and wonderful suddenly stung like a freshly opened wound as old photos of her flashed across my TV.

She was my friend, but that word hardly seems big enough for someone who was closer-than-a-sister.

My secret keeper.
My heart protector.
My place of understanding and grace.

Whether I had good news to share, something painful weighing on my heart, a silly story to tell, or a true crime podcast that simply couldn’t wait, I always knew I could call her. And whether it was one in the afternoon or two in the morning, she always answered.

Until one day, she didn’t.

Grief can leave the heart feeling shattered. One moment, life feels familiar. The next, everything seems out of place. Even the routines we once moved through without thinking can suddenly carry an ache. A song, a photograph, or an ordinary walk through the kitchen can bring the loss rushing back.

Sometimes the smallest memories catch me off guard, like the night I ordered a pizza. Since it wasn’t ready yet, I had to wait outside the restaurant, which happened to be across the street from my childhood home. I was less than 100 feet from the old garage where my dad spent countless hours tinkering with cars. And just like that, a thousand memories came rushing back, and with them the familiar ache I thought I had buried.

At some point or another, we all experience loss.

Perhaps for you, it was the death of a parent, a spouse, or a child whose absence changed the shape of your life.

Maybe it was the end of a marriage, the loss of a home, or the closing of a chapter that ended too soon.

Perhaps it was a diagnosis that changed everything, a friendship that quietly fell apart, or a dream you had carried for years that never came to be.

Grief changes the shape of our lives, but it never changes the faithfulness of God.

Maybe that’s why this study feels so comforting to me.

There are seasons when we don’t feel strong, useful, or certain of where we belong. It’s like a piece of ourselves has been left behind in a place we can no longer return to. It’s in those moments the Lord draws near.

He gathers the hurting.

He steadies the grieving.

He holds the parts of us that feel as though they may never settle into place again.

And He reminds us that this present sorrow isn’t the end of our story.

Scripture gives us this promise: “He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain” (Revelation 21:4 NIV).

There’s a home waiting for those who belong to Christ—a place where loss will no longer separate us, sorrow will no longer weigh us down, and every tear will be wiped away by the hand of God.

We may not understand what He’s doing in the midst of grief, but we can trust that we remain within His care. We are still known. Still loved. Still held.

And even when grief shatters our heart, we can rest in the truth that God is holding us close and leading us toward the eternal home He has promised for us.

And that hope changes everything. 

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