This video was filmed on December 28, 2024.
None of us knew then that the clock was ticking. It was taken about an hour outside Kuwait City when Greg and Suha went to a farm to look for houseplants.
Greg loved nature. He was always searching for beauty, even in the desert. It wasn’t always easy to find, but somehow those two knew how to bring nature to them. They filled their home and their lives with growing things, creating little pockets of life and beauty in a place where both could seem scarce.
I’ve been told it’s important to speak about grief and loss. Not because we want to remain there, but because grief is the price we pay for love. Sooner or later, every one of us will walk this road. None of us is exempt. Love guarantees it.
When I watch this video, I don’t just see plants or a farm. I see two people building a life together. I see joy. I see hope. I see ordinary moments that later become priceless memories.
At the time, it was simply another day, another adventure.
Looking back now, it reminds me how sacred the ordinary really is. Greg loved finding beauty wherever he went. Whether exploring ancient ruins, walking through nature, or searching for houseplants with Suha, he never stopped looking for the wonder God placed in this world.
Watching this video reminds me of that part of him. Most of all, it reminds me of God’s promise. Hold your loved ones close. Say the words. Take the trip. Share the hug. Make the memory. Tell people you love them. None of us knows how much time we have. This place is not permanent. We are travelers passing through. Scripture reminds us that “here we do not have an enduring city, but we are looking for the city that is to come.” Hebrews 13:14.
As we move forward, may we remember that while life here is temporary, love is not. The people we cherish leave fingerprints on our hearts that time cannot erase.
And for those who trust in God, death is not the end of the story. It is the doorway home. Until then, we carry them with us, and we keep moving forward, grateful for the time we were given and hopeful for the day we meet again.
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