Susan Rardon
Rose, Ph.D.
This week, our Bible study brought us to Isaiah 41, a passage filled with promises of God’s presence and provision. As we delved into its rich verses, I couldn’t help but reflect on a truth my mother has always emphasized: there is no such thing as coincidence; it’s God leading our path. I have come to embrace this belief wholeheartedly, and this week felt like yet another affirmation. Amid a challenging season of remembrance and grief, God gently directed me to this verse that carries profound personal meaning.
“For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.” – Isaiah 41:13
This was Bob’s life verse, a promise he held close and lived by. Encountering it now, in the context of our study and my current journey, felt like a divine reminder that God is present, holding my hand, even as I navigate the intertwined losses of my husband and my father just nine months apart.
Sometimes, it’s tempting to write off moments like this as mere chance—an unexpected alignment of events. But when you’ve experienced God’s faithfulness, you begin to see His fingerprints on every step of your journey. My mother’s words echo in my heart: “There is no such thing as coincidence.”
This week’s study came after a particularly difficult period. Last week, the memories of Bob and my father felt heavier, more intense. Anniversaries and milestones seem to magnify loss, bringing both cherished memories and aching absences to the forefront. And just when I felt the weight pressing down, God, in His infinite care, brought me back to Isaiah 41—to Bob’s life verse. Coincidence? No. It was God’s perfect timing, reminding me that He sees my sorrow and is walking with me every step of the way.
Isaiah 41:13 is a beautiful promise. It’s not just an assurance of help but a declaration of intimacy. The image of God taking hold of our right hand is profoundly tender. It’s the gesture of a loving parent guiding a child, providing both comfort and strength.
When I reflect on Bob’s connection to this verse, I see how it shaped his life. He approached challenges with quiet confidence, trusting that God would always provide a way. His faith was a steadying force in our family, and even now, that legacy encourages me to trust God’s promise for myself.
Grief can feel like a wilderness—isolating and disorienting. Yet Isaiah 41 reminds us that God meets us in those wilderness moments. He doesn’t abandon us to figure it out alone. Instead, He says: “Do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” (Isaiah 41:10)
In the weeks when my grief feels particularly raw, these words are a lifeline. They remind me that my journey is not a solitary one. God is holding my hand, just as He held Bob’s and my father’s. The same God who guided them is now guiding me.
Isaiah 41:13 doesn’t promise that we won’t face fear—it promises that we don’t have to stay in it. God’s presence transforms our fear into faith. It doesn’t erase the pain of loss, but it gives us the strength to keep walking forward. When I think of Bob’s life verse in the context of my current season, it feels like a message from both him and the Lord: “Keep walking. Don’t fear. You are not alone.”
God’s timing in bringing this verse to me, in the midst of our Bible study, is a beautiful reminder that He is deeply invested in our lives. He knows the weight of our sorrow and provides exactly what we need when we need it.
This week, I was reminded that God’s promises are not abstract—they are deeply personal. He is the God who holds our right hand, guiding us through grief, comforting us in our loss, and giving us courage to face each new day.
Bob’s life verse continues to echo in my heart, not just as a memory of his faith but as a living reminder of God’s faithfulness. As I navigate the path ahead, I will hold tightly to God’s hand, trusting that He will help me, just as He has promised. There is no such thing as coincidence—only the loving guidance of a God who sees, knows, and cares. And for that, I am profoundly grateful.
I am a school counselor turned counselor educator, professor, and author helping educators and parents to build social, emotional, and academic growth in ALL kids! The school counseling blog delivers both advocacy as well as strategies to help you deliver your best school counseling program.
I'm a mother, grandmother, professor, author, and wife (I'll always be his). Until October 20, 2020, I lived with my husband, Robert (Bob) Rose, in Louisville, Ky. On that awful day of October 20,2020, my life profoundly changed, when this amazing man went on to Heaven. After Bob moved to Heaven, I embraced my love of writing as an outlet for grief. Hence, the Grief Blog is my attempt to share what I learned as a Counselor in education with what I am learning through this experience of walking this earth without him. My mission is to help those in grief move forward to see joy beyond this most painful time.
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