My dear friends,
Today I’d like to share something very close to my heart. As I grow older, I find too many of my friends and loved ones leaving this world. I’ve lost both my parents, my brother, my son, and my niece—not to mention dear friends along the way.
In times like these, it feels right to reflect on how the Higher Source views loss and what comes after.
An ancient story cuts straight to the heart of unconditional love and reunion. It tells of a person with two children. The younger one asked for their share of the inheritance, then journeyed far away and spent everything in reckless living. When famine struck and nothing was left, the child came to their senses: “I will rise and return home. I’ll say, I’ve wandered far and no longer feel worthy to be called your child.”
But while still a long way off, the loving one saw them approaching, was filled with compassion, ran out, embraced them tightly, and welcomed them home with joy—calling for celebration because “this child was lost and is found, was gone and has returned.”
The embrace happened without waiting for perfect words or proof. That’s how the Higher Source sees us—always watching the path, never abandoning hope.
What if we apply this to those who’ve gone before us? This life can feel like that distant journey, but passing on isn’t the end. It’s the gentle pull toward home, into the waiting arms of infinite love. In that eternal reunion, everything is healed, complete, and together again.
Knowing this brings deep comfort. Many who’ve had near-death glimpses report joyful reunions filled with light and peace. Timeless wisdom reminds us we grieve, but not without hope—there are places of rest prepared, tears wiped away, no more death or sorrow, and life that continues beyond what we see.
As a DoorDasher, I spend a lot of time delivering in rural areas. Out on those long drives, with the road humming under the tires, I’ve had plenty of quiet moments to think about all this. The miles stretch on, but so does hope. Pondering that story reminds me the loving flow never clocks out.
Grief is real and heavy right now. Let it be. Cry, remember. Feel the loss. But hold on to the knowing that this separation is only temporary. The Higher Source is drawing them gently home.
The guiding presence leads me; I lack nothing.
In peaceful places I rest, beside calm waters my spirit is renewed.
Even in the shadow of loss, I fear no harm, for loving presence is with me.
Goodness and kindness accompany me all my days, and I return to the eternal home forever.
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