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When grief is loud and God feels silent, it’s easy to wonder where He is. In this tender reflection, a widow shares three truths about what God’s silence does not mean—and the quiet reassurance grieving hearts need to hear.

Tomorrow marks three years since I last saw you. Three full trips around the sun since the absolute worst day of my life. I used to count the days—1, 2, 3...Then the weeks—4, 5, 6...Then the months—7, 8, 9. And somehow, without warning, an entire year slipped by. How did that happen?It felt unreal. Like an out-of-body experience. Like I was cast as the main character in a horror movie—against my will. A terrifying nightmare I couldn’t wake up from, no matter how hard I tried.