Heaven will heal all

Some prayers remain unanswered, not because God is cruel, but because this is not the ending.

Not yet.

Some dreams never come wrapped in flesh and bone. And for reasons we may never understand on this side, healing doesn’t always come.

The cancer wins.

The child isn’t born.

The ring is never worn.

The body isn’t made whole.

And yet, somehow, we are asked to trust.

To live in the ache.

To carry the silence of heaven like a promise not yet fulfilled.

To worship while limping.

To lift our eyes toward skies that haven’t split open yet, and believe that the King is still coming.

That He sees. He knows. And He remembers every single thing that never came.

He will not let the barrenness go unnoticed.

He will not let the losses be in vain.

He will not forget the ache that settled into our bones like winter.

There is coming a day when the trumpet will sound and time will unravel like a scroll.

And when He steps through the veil, clothed in glory and justice and mercy,

He will bring with Him recompense.

Not just restoration.

But repayment. Overflow. Beauty that goes beyond justice.

He will not merely “make up” for what was lost,

He will overtake the ache with glory.

He will crown the empty heads of the childless with joy unspeakable.

He will place robes of honor on those who walked in sickness and never saw relief.

He will comfort the lonely with communion that knows no parting.

He will wipe every tear.

Every “what if.”

Every “why not me?”

Every hidden longing that never bloomed in this lifetime will be answered—not just with explanation, but with Himself.

He will be the answer.

He will be the gift.

And it will be enough.

No eye has seen,

No ear has heard,

No heart has imagined

what He has prepared for those who waited

without ever holding the promise in their hands.

And somehow…

I believe it will all be worth it.