๐ฃ๐บ ๐๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ๐ช๐ข๐ฉ ๐๐บ๐ป ๐๐ข๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ข
In a few days, it will be my dadโs first death anniversary. A full year has passed, yet it still feels like yesterday.
There are still days I ask God why. Why it happened, why it had to be this way, why He feels so quiet sometimes.
I still catch myself remembering his laugh at random times or hearing his voice when I need guidance. Sometimes that memory hurts, but lately it has begun to comfort me too.
I do not always feel God the way I used to. Some days it is hard to pray or believe that healing is still happening. Yet even then, God never leaves me.
Godโs love is relentless through all these.
Job once said, โ๐โ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐, ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐ฆ; ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ฟ๐๐๐.โ (๐ฝ๐๐ 1:21).
I used to wonder how someone could say that in grief.
But like Job, a different kind of faith is growing from my loss right now. A faith that is not without pain or fear. It is the courage to trust through it.
So tonight, as candles flicker, let us whisper this prayer to all our dearly beloved:
โ๐ฟ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ก ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐โ๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐โ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ฆ ๐ โ๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐ข๐ . (๐ด๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐ โ๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ โ๐๐๐) ๐๐๐๐โ ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐, ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐คโ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ต๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐คโ๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐๐.โ
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Published: November 1, 2025

