It’s not that I mean to disagree. It’s just that I disagree.
Tricia, I’m so sorry you lost your husband, but you know he’s with you, right? He’s with you. Everyday. He’s in the eyes and the hearts of your children. He’s in the sun that shines on your face in the morning. He’s in the songs on the radio. He’s with you. And he’s watching you. I just know he is. He’s looking over the banister of heaven, watching you and the boys. And he’s just so proud of you. So very proud of you. I have a verse for you, and it’s directly from him.
I know people mean well, and certainly the memories and ideas of him show up in my life every day. And it’s not that I mean to shoot arrows through their sunshiny balloons of happy thoughts. But with all due respect for the things we tell ourselves and each other, some of it’s just not true.
If you believe you have words for me, I will listen and receive and process and pray over the words you’ve given me, and I will ask God to show me the truth in the words. But I’m not going to believe you have a lovenote in your pocket from Robb to me. While I do love the sentiment that maybe that could be from my husband, what I know is that Scripture is from God.
Jesus did not promise that Robb would be with me always.
He promised that He would be with me always.
Maybe Robb knows what I’m doing. Probably he does. I hope Robb has so many better things to do than to keep an eye on me at the grocery store. I hope heaven is way more interesting than anything I’m doing here.
If I could talk to him, I would first of all let him kiss me long and good. Then I would say, Go on back to the party, sweet man. Feel free to be where you are.