Someone I love is gone. And the world keeps moving.

Grief is made worse by the sense that the world has not noticed. The psalm uses one word for what happened, and it is not routine or inevitable — it is precious. Jesus stood at a tomb knowing exactly how the day would end, and wept first. Nothing about your loss was passed over.

The conversation

The child: “Daddy God, someone I love is gone. And the world keeps moving.”

God: “I know. The sky went dark when My Son died. Creation couldn't pretend.”

The child: “Does it matter to You when one of us dies?”

God: “'Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.' Precious.”

The child: “But I'm still here. The absence is crushing.”

God: “It is. 'Though I walk through the valley... thou art with me.'”

The child: “People say they're in a better place. It doesn't help.”

God: “You don't need theology now. You need presence. I'm here.”

God: “Jesus wept at Lazarus's tomb. He knew the ending. He wept anyway.”

The child: “Will I see them again?”

God: “'I am the resurrection, and the life.' That's not a metaphor.”

The child: “How do I live with this hole?”

God: “One day at a time. 'Joy cometh in the morning.' Not replacing grief.”

The child: “I miss them. But I trust You with them.”

God: “And their homecoming was precious.”

"Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints." Psalm 116:15, KJV

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