Reflection: Still His-When Abandoned

For the ones left behind the ones grieving

Some wounds don't bleed— 

But break. 

Not with impact, 

but with absence. 

Not with cruelty, 

but with being left behind.

I've known that ache. 

I've felt the weight of a door closing without warning— 

The slow fade of a friend, 

The deafening silence after goodbye, 

The betrayal wrapped in indifference. 

But I've also known another kind of abandonment— 

One that shatters not because someone left by choice.

But because death came too soon.

When I lost my niece, Jasmine, 

It felt like something in me

cracked wide open. 

She wasn't just family— 

She was the thread

that held us together. 

And when she was gone, 

So much began to unravel.

Grief has its silence. 

It shifts the atmosphere. 

It pulls people apart, 

not because they love less, 

But because they no longer know how to be whole 

without the one who's missing.

The loneliness was immense. 

The ache is unspoken. 

It wasn't just her absence I mourned— 

it was the version of us that died with her.

And in all of this— 

The abandonment by people I trusted, 

and the devastation of a loss I never wanted— 

My heart quietly whispered, 

"Am I not worth staying for?"

Abandonment doesn't always announce itself. 

It often arrives quietly. 

And it loves to whisper the same cruel lies:

"You're alone now." 

"You're not enough." 

"You are replaceable."

But here's the unshakable truth:  God never left.

Even if my father and mother abandon me, 

the Lord will hold me close.  Psalm 27:10 (NLT)

When no one else stayed, He did. 

When death swallowed my presence, He wrapped me in His.  When I wanted to disappear, He kept whispering, 

You are still Mine.

I will never leave you nor forsake you. — Hebrews 13:5

His nearness isn't determined by who stays or walks away. 

It doesn't vanish at the cemetery gates. 

My questions or my quiet weeping don't shake it.

Even when grief makes my bones heavy, 

Even when I wonder if anyone sees my ache, 

Even when I sit in the shadow of goodbye—

I am still His. And so are you.

Reflection

Have you ever been left behind by death, betrayal, or slow distance? 

Have you felt the ache of a name no longer spoken or an empty seat?  In that space, you are not unseen.  Your pain is precious to the One who never walked away.

Even when others leave, He leans in closer.

Prayer

Jesus - You know what it feels like to be forsaken— 

to cry out into silence,  to feel alone, 

to watch those you love walk away.

So, you understand the ache I carry. 

The grief that refuses words. The people I still miss. 

The places in my story where the ending wasn't fair.

Come near, Lord.  Sit with me in the loss. 

Mend what only you can reach. 

And remind me, even now— 

especially now that I am still Yours.

Amen.

#Jasmine ~ Gone too soon and held forever. 

Dedicated to my niece, Jasmine, who left too early

She brought warmth, laughter, and togetherness, which we still miss daily.  Her absence carved out more than just grief—it left a hollow in the way we knew love. 

But I trust the arms of Jesus are stronger than the grave.  He holds her now and fills the hollow with His peace.  Until we meet again - we are still His. Written By Angela Doreen- June 2025 #ChristianBlog #FaithOverFear #BibleVerse #JesusSaves #GodIsGood #PrayerWorks #GraceUponGrace #WalkInFaith #ChristianLiving #WordOfGod

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