Touching the Hem of Endless Love

The screen glows in the dark, and you are hunting for a ghost. You swipe through faces that are frozen in time, desperate to hear the one thing the digital image cannot hold: the sound of a laugh that used to fill the room.

It feels like losing them all over again — the silence where the music used to be. But listen closely.

The love that made that laughter is not trapped in the past. It is not a recording that fades.

The Father's light was inside that moment when it happened, and it is inside you right now as you grieve. The sound may be gone from the air, but the reality of it lives on in the One who holds every joy before it even occurs.

You are not remembering a dead thing. You are touching the hem of a love that never ended.