When my father passed, I was deep in grief. As I mourned, my wife’s grandmother said something that initially struck me as harsh—maybe even offensive. With tears in her eyes, she looked at me and said, “Do you know what’s worse than losing your father?”
I must’ve looked stunned. My heart was already broken, and in that moment, I couldn’t imagine anything worse. I didn’t respond.
Then she said, “Worse would be not hurting. If he’d been absent, or a bad father, there would be no pain. But it hurts because it was so good.”
I sat with her words in silence—and they sank in deeply.
It hurts because it was so good.
God gives us many things to be grateful for, and the truth is, most of my life has been blessed. Yes, there have been painful moments—losing my father, my mother, and my brother—but in every loss, the pain only proves the depth of love that existed.
Our human existence is fragile. Our bodies will fail, and despair will visit us at times. But in between, we get to live, to love, and to witness the miracle of life. Someone chose to create us. And though we are imperfect, the experience we’re given is nothing short of divine.
And it doesn’t end here.
The perfection continues beyond this world, because God sent His Son—not just to suffer, but to show us the way back to Him. To redeem us. To remind us that the pain of loss is not the end, but the evidence of love, and the beginning of Glory.
So my friends, while we often see the pain, let’s not miss the Glory.
Let’s count our blessings. Let’s see the victory—through both joy and sorrow. Because the race isn’t over. In Christ, we live forever.
“For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worth comparing with the glory that is to be revealed to us.”
— Romans 8:18 (ESV)
Praise be to God.
