A husband, but you never got married. A son, but you never had kids. A happy childhood; that belonged to someone else.
You never had them, but you Know – they were meant to be be yours.
And there’s a hole; a physical hole where they should be.
You look into that hole but you’re scared of falling in.
And you ask God, ‘WHY?’
Because ‘loss’ can become ‘lost’ if you let it. If you sit on it and nurse it and hug it to you like a knife.
If you do this – the hole will swallow you. You’ll exchange what’s missing, for what’s already yours:
Not in the pram or the personals or the photo album. Not in the pay slip or the glass or the gym.
Even if everything seems like a mess. Even though nothing makes sense. Even in the small hours when it squeezes your ribs and you’re fighting for breath.
In the Father whose arms are wide open.
In the Brother who dies to protect you from harm.
In the Counsellor who comforts and asks for no fee.
In the creation that bears His name and is already yours.
A God who swallows the hole. And a Hope that cannot be shaken.
In His hands, nothing is lost.