The world didn’t stop. It kept turning, kept moving forward, as though nothing had changed. But for me, everything had.
I remember stepping outside that tragic morning, my heart shattered beyond words. My neighbor stood in his yard, watering his flowers, exclaiming about what a beautiful June day it was. I could barely comprehend his words. How could anything be beautiful in this moment? My voice came out flat, almost detached from the reality crashing around me: “Well, my son just died, so I don’t know how beautiful a day it is.”
I wasn’t trying to be harsh. I was trying to grasp the weight of what had just happened — what it meant for our family and how it would change everything . . . while, for my neighbor, life carried on as usual. The stark contrast was almost too much to bear.
Grief has a way of making everything around you feel distant, like you’re watching life from behind a thick pane of glass. You see it, but you’re not part of it. You exist in a different space — one that is heavy with sorrow and filled with deafening silence.
The silence was the hardest. The absence of his cries — though I could still smell him, see his clothes, his toys, his things — swept over me like a crashing wave, ready to drown me. And, quite frankly, I secretly wanted to succumb to it. There was a tangible void, a gaping hole in my heart that I didn’t think could ever be whole again, could ever beat the same, function the same. The space where his laughter should have been . . . it all pressed in on me, suffocating and inescapable. Even my prayers felt swallowed up in the void. I would whisper my son’s name, cry out to God, but all I got in return was silence.
Had God forgotten me?
I had always believed in God’s presence, but grief has a way of testing even the deepest faith. If God was with me, why did I feel so alone? Why did my prayers seem to go unanswered? How was I even supposed to pray through this kind of pain? What does one say to the Almighty when the weight of loss makes it hard to breathe, when words fail, and all that remains are broken sobs and silent pleas?
Tears were the only words I could speak. And, yet, even in that silence, He was there.
It wasn’t in a loud, dramatic way. There was no booming voice or parting of the sky. But slowly, quietly, He met me in the stillness. It was in the way a friend sat beside me, offering no words, just presence. It was in the soft whisper of Scripture that surfaced in my heart: “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit” (Psalm 34:18 NIV). It was in the gentle peace that, over time, softened the rawness of my sorrow.
God wasn’t absent. He was mourning with me.
Over time, God started healing the ravaged and broken pieces of my heart in a new way; a way that would never be the same — not the same perspective, not the same attitude toward time spent with loved ones, not the same way I saw problems and disappointments. God began to take my old heart and make it new, different, stronger, braver, bolder, and forever impacted.
I think of Mary and Martha when their brother Lazarus died. They had sent word to Jesus, but He didn’t come right away. When He did, Martha met Him with questions, while Mary fell at His feet in sorrow. And Jesus — before He performed the miracle, before He called Lazarus from the grave — wept.
He didn’t rush their pain. He didn’t tell them to move on. He stood in the silence of their grief and He wept with them (John 11:35). The Savior of the world, God in flesh, mourned alongside those He loved. Such grace that He does the same for us.
God doesn’t just see our grief — He knows it. He willingly gave His only Son to die for us, to suffer in our place. And while I will never fully grasp the depth of His sacrifice, I know the pain of losing an only son. That realization shifted something in me. God, in His love, bore the unbearable to redeem us, to bring hope, to ensure that death would not have the final word.
Grief isn’t something we walk through alone. Even when God feels silent, He is still present. He is in the quiet moments, in the tears we cry in the dark, in the arms of those who hold us when we have nothing left to give. He is the God who weeps with us, the God who stays.
If you are in that place of silence where the world moves on while your heart still breaks, take heart. Even in the silence, He is there. We do not grieve as those who have no hope (1 Thessalonians 4:13). The empty tomb tells us that death does not have the final word, that sorrow is not the end of our story. And, until the day we see our loved ones again, we can rest in this truth:
The One who conquered death is still holding us in the silence.
Dear (in)courage sisters, as Mother’s Day approaches, we share this guest devotion in hopes that you feel seen by God. No matter what Mother’s Day means to you, whether your expectations are met with joy or you feel the ache of disappointment, may His comfort wrap around you. Feel free to share your story in the comments — we’d love to encourage you.
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I am so sorry for your loss, Molinda. Thank you for sharing this devotional with us. I have been through seasons where I have felt like God left me. But after some time, I believed His promise in His Word that He never leaves me. When I was in my late 30’s my youngest sister was pregnant. I cried out to God one evening in my bathroom while kneeling begging God to allow me to get pregnant and have a child. The next morning in my time with God, I heard a voice in my head ask, “Would you give up having a child if you can reach more people for my Kingdom?” I said yes with tears coming down my face. My husband and I left our jobs to follow God to do ministry to the homeless about 15 years ago. Mothers Day in some ways can be difficult for me… but I think of reaching people for the glory and expansion of God’s Kingdom. May the Lord heal your heart and bless your ministry, Molinda. (I currently work a full time job again to help us have health insurance and to help support the homeless ministry, but we still go to several homeless shelters every month- some twice a month). I’m now 50 years old, and still never gotten pregnant. But God… He is always good, and always faithful.
Amber, thank you so much for sharing your story and for your kind words. I’m deeply moved by your faith and surrender—even in the midst of longing and heartbreak. That question the Lord asked you… it’s such a sacred moment, and your “yes” is powerful. You are living out such beautiful obedience, and I truly believe your ministry is touching lives in ways only eternity will reveal.
Mother’s Day has always been a tender place for me too. For many years, I would just cry the day away. And even now—over 30 years later—I still shed a few tears. I miss my boy and all the “could have beens.” Though I still miss him deeply, I’ve come to trust God’s perfect plan with peace in my heart.
Thank you again for reading and for encouraging my heart. May God continue to bless and strengthen you as you minister to those so close to His heart.
15 years ago we lost our son…not to death, but betrayal and rejection. It seems one minute he was an integral part of our family, expressing his love for us, joining my husband in r family business and the next he despised us with eyes of hatred…how does one mourn when there is no death? When photos don’t bring joy but stabbing pain? The Lord has never left our side…surely He knows the pain of rejection and betrayal! Surely it’s been a faith walk that has made us who we are!
Susan, thank you for sharing this sacred part of your story. My heart aches with yours. You’re so right—mourning the loss of relationship without death is a unique and lingering kind of grief. The ache of betrayal and rejection cuts deep, and photos that once brought joy turning into pain… that is such a tender sorrow to carry.
And yet, your words reflect such powerful faith. Yes—Jesus knows the pain of rejection better than anyone, and He does not leave us in it. Your journey is a testimony of endurance and trust in the One who holds every broken piece. I pray today that God continues to bring healing and hope, and that He surprises you with glimpses of restoration only He can write.
Thank you again for reading and sharing. You are not alone.
I have five children, three that do not speak to me. 12 grandchildren, 5 that I never see. I lost my husband, my best friend 3 1/2 years ago. Since then it seems like God also fell silent for me. Never in my life have I felt like such a failure and so forgotten.
Why celebrate a holiday that only deepens the pain and reminds you of your failures and losses.
Oh Elaine, my heart aches with you as I read your words. That’s such a deep and layered grief—estrangement, loss, and the silence of God all wrapped together. Please hear this: you are not a failure. Your story matters. Your pain matters. And you matter deeply to the God who sees every tear—even the ones you cry in silence. I know what it’s like to walk through days that feel impossible to “celebrate,” and I just want to gently remind you that you don’t have to perform joy to be loved. God meets us even in the ache. You are not forgotten, friend. He is still holding you—especially in the silence.
Molinda I feel for you in your lost then. It not nice to loose anyone. Some people take longer to get over the loss of someone. No matter how they die especially if a close family member and they die young or leave a Wife kids behind. It all heart breaking. As you can say Lord why did you let this happen to me. I know a friend of mine who sister’s Husband took a heart attack and die because of it before anything could be done leaving a wife and two kids behind. It hard telling kids Daddy will not be home or around anymore. At least I think the Dad wife I don’t know about the kids was saved. These others I know kids and Husband I think all saved left because their Mum Wife died of cancer left without her. To see family sad it heart breaking especially the kids. Then the kids when atv times like Mothers day or the Mum’s Birthday or when she passed away. It hard for them to comprehend why they are not here anymore especially at these times of the year. They can’t celebrate the special times together the kids any more like Mother’s day and Birthdays the Mum not around to celebrate the kids Birthdays. Even a Dad that passed away when it comes to theses things as well and it a Dad Father’s day too. The parent left to deal with their own pain of missing the loved one at these times of the year each year. Plus seeing kids crying at these times of the year it hard a. If save all they can do is pray for God to be with them all. Help them be a good parent to the kids know they are Loved and Jesus loves them he is close to them even if they can’t feel him. If the parent was saved and the kids get saved the parent that has died. The kids parent and like others that have lost loved ones close to them if saved. They yes will miss their loved ones at these times of the year. But if they and the person that died was saved they can know. Even though don’t have them on earth anymore they will see them in Glory one day. Then they will all be together for ever and they have that too look forward too and good memories to keep in their hearts of their loved one. They will never forget them. All sad it not nice no matter how anyone died it does leave a void in lives. It is also hard for everyone to come to term with. They that are saved it also hard to when they prayed for a family member that passed away the family member was that they were praying they didn’t see them get saved when alive on earth. The saved family were praying for them and their salvation. The family didn’t see them saved when alive on earth. so as they know they would see them again in Glory one day. But say to themselves you Lord were were you.That you didn’t saved them. That like that for me with my late Mum. But you where there even in the silence. When have ask so many times were were you Lord that you didn’t save my Mum. Even though she knew I was praying for her. I don’t know until I get to Glory one day if she said the sinner prayer before she passed away. She could have. I have to wait. I wish she had when alive. You could not tell my mum she needs Jesus in her life. As then she say don’t preach to me. You just had to live you life for Jesus in front of her. It the same with my Dad who is 84 now. But I am glad I am saved and I know we’re I am going when my time up on earth one day to be with my saviour Jesus. I say Amen to that. So I have to trust God before my Mum died she gave her life to Jesus. Then when I get to Glory when my time up on earth. I pray for my Dad one day he laughed at me said glsc you believe all that. My Dad believe your nothing when you die. But I am thankful when growing up my Dad sent me and my sister’s to Sunday school. At the time I didn’t like it. But now I am saved I am glad I was sent every week to it. I can remember bits and pieces of what I learnt at it. I pray for the rest of my family to come to know the Lord eg my Sister’s Husband’s and their Families not saved and my Mum’s family as none of them even my Dad not saved. All I want from them all is to see them all saved. Know they are all going to Glory one day to be with Jesus like me. That would be the best present they could ever give me. But in the silence wondering God why do I still have to wait to see them saved. But I still trust God. This verse helps me alot. It is “2 Peter 3:9 it says The Lord is not slack concerning His promises but is long-suffering towards us not will that any should perish but that all should come to repentance.” Plus 3 John verse 4 ” I have not greater joy than to hear that my children will walk in the truth” those verses have helped me and I say them over my families believe them. Thank you for today’s reading Molinda. Keeping you all incourage in my prayers. God bless. Love Dawn Ferguson-Little Enniskillen Co.Fermanagh N.Ireland xx
Dawn, thank you for sharing so vulnerably from your heart. I can feel the deep love you carry for your family and the ache of unanswered prayers. It’s clear that you’ve been walking this faith journey with persistence and trust, even in the silence. That kind of faith honors God more than words can express. I’m praying with you—for your dad, for your sisters, for all your loved ones to come to know Jesus. And I’m standing with you in hope, believing that your prayers are not in vain. God sees, God hears, and God moves—sometimes in the most hidden ways. Thank you again for your encouragement, your story, and your love. You’re not alone in this.
With love and prayers from across the ocean,
Molinda
Dear Molinda……….WOW, your story hit me right in my broken heart. It is very relatable to your words, but in a different way. I am 77 years old and was married for 54 years before I was made to divorce my husband. He has a very violent type of dementia and tried to kill me. He refused to believe he was sick and would not do what the doctors told him. I was his caregiver. He drank heavily and abused me every night for 3+ years as I stayed with him doing everything I could to get him on the right path, and while this is very sad, it is not the emotional break I was expecting. One night, my son called me and told me I was a liar and he no longer considered me his Mother, nor could I ever be able to see or speak to my one grandchild who was 11 at the time. I collapsed in a ball of tears and screams. I prayed over and over again to Jesus to help me. It has been over 4 years now and there has been no communication from my ex-husband, son, daughter in law or grandson and they are or maybe I should say were my only family, but as I kept reading your devotion I never considered that Jesus was crying with me. Maybe that is why I haven’t heard from Him. I am not sure, but Molinda you have given me HOPE through your words. This situation still goes on and in the 2 weeks I have been going through so much, My son’s birthday, my ex-husband’s birthday and now Mother’s Day coming up. I still miss my mother so much, but at least I know she is in a better place with my dear father, As for me, I am a Mother but I cannot feel anything except emotional breakdowns. It really hits me every holiday that comes. There is so much more to this story, but I have taken up too much of your time. Thank you Molinda for your very hopeful words for me to think about. I am sorry about your son and I will have you on my prayer list tonight. I also send you my love as I have never seen any of your devotions before and this one affected me greatly. Have a Blessed Weekend and the upcoming week………………………..Betsy Basile
Dear Betsy,
Thank you so much for sharing such a vulnerable and heartbreaking part of your story. I can only imagine how hard it was to live through such pain—and then to carry the ache of being cut off from those you love most. I’m so sorry for all that you’ve endured. You have not taken up too much of my time. You are seen, your story matters, and you are deeply loved.
I want you to know that what you read in the devotion is still true: Jesus has been weeping with you. He has never turned His back on you, even in the silence, even in the chaos. He’s been holding every tear, every unanswered prayer, every memory that still hurts—close to His heart.
You are still a mother. Your identity isn’t erased by estrangement. God still calls you beloved and still has more to write in your story. I pray you continue to feel that flicker of hope you mentioned—and that it grows into something healing and steady.
Thank you for your prayers and your kind words. I’m lifting you up as well—especially as these tender days like Mother’s Day approach.
With love and hope,
Molinda
How perfect – this week I have lost a dear friend and a parent – my heart feels heavy. However, death does NOT get the last word, and for this I praise and give thanks to God!
Debby, I’m so sorry for your losses this week. That’s a heavy weight to carry—losing both a dear friend and a parent in such a short time. I’m praying comfort over your heart right now. And yes… what a beautiful declaration of truth: death does not get the last word. Holding onto that hope with you and thanking God for His promises that anchor us in our sorrow.
I’ve endured so much loss that I feel as if I’m afraid to live. Both of my parents didn’t know how to love me. It’s a hard pain to fathom because they’ve admitted that they didn’t want kids and I feel like my mom had me trying to fill a void in her life. There’s a generational sin/pattern of being unloved. So much so that I chose not to have children. Mother’s Day and Father’s Day are equally difficult to me. How do you celebrate those that treated you so terribly that you have to navigate life differently because you live with developmental trauma and no matter how much work you do or how much you pray, it still impacts your life. Thank you for the invitation to share my story.
R, thank you for sharing your story with such courage and honesty. I can’t imagine how painful it must be to carry the weight of being unloved by the very people meant to nurture you. That kind of rejection leaves wounds that run deep. I’m so sorry you’ve endured that kind of hurt—and still feel the ripple effects in your daily life.
Please know this: you are not alone, and your pain matters. Even the kind of loss that isn’t marked by death—like the absence of love or safety—is still real grief. And God sees it all. He sees you. Not just the strong you, but the hurting, questioning, and weary you. I believe He weeps with you over what should have been. And He treasures your heart in ways no earthly parent ever could.
I’m holding space with you today, especially as these holidays stir up old wounds. Thank you again for trusting me—and for being brave enough to share. You are seen, deeply loved, and never alone.
With care,
Molinda
Molinda, thank you for sharing your experience and your heart with us. It is so encouraging to me. I know about loss and grief but also about the love of God. He has been with me through this whole time. Seven years ago on Mother’s Day, my youngest son David, passed away in his sleep. He was living with me for the past three years. I had gone out to dinner with one of my other sons and my daughter-in-law and upon returning home I found him in his bed. I can’t begin to express how I felt and what it felt like for days afterwards. My family and friends were so loving and supportive of me. But only God! He comforted me and was there taking every tear and every sob and holding me close. I miss my son every day and talk to him too. I look forward to seeing him again and am so grateful that he is no longer in pain. He is laughing and smiling every single day!
Thank you so much for sharing your story and your beautiful son, David, with me. I can only imagine how heavy that Mother’s Day was, and how deeply the ache still lingers. I’m so sorry for your loss—and I want you to know I’m holding space for your grief, even now.
And yes—only God. Only He can meet us in that kind of pain. I love how you described Him catching every tear and sob and holding you close. That’s exactly what He did for me too. What a gift to know our boys are whole and smiling in heaven… and that one day, we’ll get to see them again.
Sending you love, comfort, and shared hope this Mother’s Day.
Molinda
Thank you. This does help me feel seen. This year has been so filled with grief. The Lord is faithful, but the loss is real. This Mother’s Day, my daughter will be far away and my mother is now in heaven with my deceased husband. I feel alone. But I am not alone.
Thank you so much for sharing your heart. I can feel the tenderness in your words—how grief and faith are living side by side. I’m so sorry for all you’re carrying this year, especially with Mother’s Day approaching. That kind of layered loss can feel so heavy.
But your words stopped me in my tracks: “I feel alone. But I am not alone.” What a powerful declaration of truth. God is right there with you—in the silence, in the ache, and in the remembering. I’m praying that His nearness feels especially close in the coming days.
With love,
Molinda
Molinda,
My heart hugs your heart and the hearts of those mothers who have lost their children close in prayer.
Lisa, thank you for this kind and prayerful note. Your words feel like a hug in themselves. I’m so grateful for your heart and for the way you’re lifting up all the grieving mothers in prayer. That kind of love makes such a difference—more than you know.
With gratitude,
Molinda
Thank you for your devotion today, Molinda. I am sorry for your loss. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been. We feel it in our hearts, our spirits, our souls. Grief had a mind of its own. When we love deep we grieve deep. I lost my Mom this January. It has shattered my brain, my heart and everything I do. It’s comforting to know that God understands, and He has been where we are. He gets it. I turn to Him every minute of the day. I pray for everyone who has lost someone, that they will feel the comforting cover of Jesus walking side by side. Mother’s Day this year will be extremely hard, but I know Jesus is walking with me and is by my side.
Thank you for sharing this tender, sacred story with (in)courage today, Molinda — you’ve graced us with your wisdom. I’m so sorry that you know this kind of grief. Love and peace to you this season and beyond.