I don’t want to admit it, but I can’t pretend anymore.
The loneliness without my husband’s presence feels unbearable at times.
Yesterday, a wave of sorrow hit me again. When morning arrived, the heaviness lingered like a shadow that refused to lift, pressing against my chest.
Then, a few unexpected texts, simple but kind words that lifted the fog a little.
Not long afterward, another message arrived from a neighbor:
“Look outside your door. There’s a little something for you.” ❤️
I found a small bag waiting on the mat, two coffee mugs carefully wrapped inside.
One read, “Be still and know that I am God.” (Psalm 46:10)
The other, “His love endures forever.” (Psalm 100:5)
I stood there, holding them, feeling tears gather.
It was as if God Himself had whispered through those cups: I’m still here. You are not forgotten.
“Lord, I know it’s You, finding me again, just when I need You most.”