When my husband died in November, countless people told me that my pain would get better in the future. They told me that “time heals all wounds.”
Several friends and family members told me this lie except for a couple that lost their son seven years ago. When I saw them for the first time after Brady’s death, they embraced me with tears in their eyes. They looked at me, heartbroken, and said, “I wish I could tell you that it gets easier, but it doesn’t.”
It has been five months since my husband’s death, but it feels like yesterday when I removed the contacts from his lifeless eyes.
The acute pain of grief is still so present for me. Time has done nothing but allow other people to forget that I am hurting and mourning the loss of my lover.
Time will never heal these wounds of sorrow because the only way I can truly heal is by being reunited with Brady. No matter how much time passes, I will always be wounded without him.
These past five months have been deeply painful, but I cannot ignore the comfort and peace that I’ve received from my Savior. Jesus has promised to walk this journey of tragedy with me, and He ultimately offers complete restoration through His sacrifice.
I know that one day, I will be reunited with Brady. Once I also pass from this world, I will see him again. Being with him will look different than it did on earth, but I have hope that our time together isn’t over.
One day, I will experience complete restoration. One day, I will not experience the pain that I’ve carried with me the past five months. One day, I will be truly healed, but not because time passed by.
Time doesn’t heal, but Jesus does. Because of Jesus, I am healed from the disease of sin. And because of Jesus, one day, I will be healed from the wounds of this grief.