🥲 After my husband’s sudden and shocking death—an event that shook everyone who knew him—his cousin came by for the funeral.
🤔 Standing upset, he said in a moment of despair, “It just doesn’t make sense… something good must come out of this.”
😡 Anger nearly surged in my chest. I stayed silent, but inside I screamed: How could anything good possibly come from this tragedy that shattered my world?
Yet, of all the words spoken by many at the funeral, only his lingered in my spirit.
Now, I understand.
📌 God put those words in his mouth—words he didn’t even know were prophetic. A truth meant not for that day, but for the long, painful grief journey ahead.
👉 Something good is coming from this: a purpose through suffering.
🙏 My husband’s passing forced me to step out of our two-person world and into a world of “strangers” on social media—people from all walks of life—with whom I now write, share, and walk alongside on this journey through grief.
❤️ Not because the pain is gone, but because love doesn’t end—and neither does purpose.