Your Love Was the Lamp

The day is done, and the silence of the house feels heavy with the weight of what you could not prevent. You carried them with such fierce love, yet the darkness took them anyway, leaving you to wonder if your love was simply not enough.

But listen — the light does not measure its worth by what it can stop. There was a woman who had lost a silver coin, and she did not blame herself for the loss; she lit a lamp and searched until she found it, and the finding brought joy that erased the losing.

Your love was that lamp. It was not a shield that failed, but a light that shone in the dark, and the darkness did not overcome it.

The love you gave was not a transaction that broke when they died; it was an eternal thing that death cannot touch. You loved them with the very light of God, and that light holds them still, even now, in a place where your hands no longer need to reach.