Journeying With Wisdom

Some songs arrive like whispers from beyond. Recently, Chris de Burgh’s Tender Hands found its way into my heart, reminding me of the love and gentleness that shaped my life. I was so privileged to walk beside JC, my husband and hero.

He always said he would go first. Born in 1948, he reminded me often that statistics—and perhaps God’s plan—would unfold that way. Fourteen months into grief, I now hear his voice more clearly than ever. He was right. God’s plan unfolded just as he said.

Though JC’s tender hands remain a dream, his presence still guides me. Grief is love with nowhere to go, but I trust God to carry me forward.

When Preparation Meets Reality

JC’s words were not just casual reminders; they were gentle preparations. He wanted me to know that when the time came, I would not be alone. His foresight was a gift, even if my heart resisted it at the time. Now, I see how love can prepare us for loss, even when nothing can truly soften its impact.

Faith in the Journey

Grief is not a straight path—it bends, circles, and sometimes feels endless. Yet faith steadies the steps. God leads the way, even when the road feels dark. Trusting His plan does not erase the ache, but it gives me strength to keep walking.

A Word for Fellow Travelers

If you are grieving, know this: love does not end. The tenderness of those we’ve lost remains in memory, in dreams, and in the quiet ways they prepared us. And while grief may feel like love with nowhere to go, God receives it, carries it, and transforms it into resilience.

I’d love to hear from you—how has God carried you through grief, or what tender memories still guide your steps? Share in the comments below so we can walk this journey together.