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“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.” — Matthew 5:4

Blessed.

It's a word we usually associate with good things. A new job, a new home, good health, answered prayers. When life is going well, we say, “I am blessed.”

And we are.

But when Jesus sat on a mountainside and began to teach, He said something that seems almost contradictory:

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”

How can mourning possibly be a blessing?

I think I understand those words a little differently now.

Blessed Are Those Who Mourn

In July 2026, my beautiful Aunty Olofā passed away.

There was nothing easy about losing her. She was deeply loved and had an incredible influence on the lives of those who knew her. Her passing brought grief, but looking back on that time, I keep coming back to one word.

Blessed.

Blessed were we who mourned, because we were comforted.

But perhaps we were also blessed to have someone worth mourning.

Our grief existed because love existed first. We mourned someone of great value, great love and great influence in our lives. We were blessed to have known her, to have learnt from her, to have laughed with her, to have experienced life with her and simply to have existed in the same little piece of history together.

There is something beautiful in being able to say, this person mattered so much that their absence hurts.

What a blessing it was that she was here at all.

An Upside-Down Kingdom

The Beatitudes have always reminded me that God's Kingdom looks very different from ours.

Jesus calls the poor in spirit blessed. He calls the meek blessed. He calls those who hunger and thirst for righteousness blessed. He calls the persecuted blessed.

And He calls those who mourn blessed.

The world tends to recognise blessing when things are going right. Jesus is able to point towards people walking through some of life's hardest moments and say that blessing can be found there too.

Not because suffering itself is good. Not because grief doesn't hurt. But because hardship does not mean God has abandoned us.

Sometimes blessing and sorrow exist in the same place.

I learnt that this year.

Trials Were Many, but So Were the Blessings

I was blessed to be the one who reunited my Aunty with her children in Portland, Oregon.

I was blessed to learn from her.

And when the time came, I was blessed to travel there again, to attend her funeral, to farewell her and to stand alongside the people who loved her.

That period of my life wasn't easy. There were trials, grief and moments that stretched me more than I expected. But there was also growth. There were lessons I could only have learnt by walking through it. There was family. There was love. And there was God.

The trials were many, but so were the blessings.

Maybe that's what I've come to understand about this word.

Being blessed doesn't mean living a life untouched by sorrow.

Sometimes we are blessed in the very places where we mourn. Blessed because we loved. Blessed because we were loved. Blessed because we were given something precious enough to miss when it was gone.

And through it all, blessed because God remains with us and comforts us.

So when I wear this one word, it means something different to me now.

BLESSED.

In the joy.

In the grief.

In what was given.

In what was lost.

In what God taught me through it all.

Praise be to God in all things.

Carry the Reminder

Blessed. inspired GEN. 003 of the Alofa Tunoa Genesis Collection — a quiet reminder of Christ's words in the Beatitudes and the blessings that can remain even through seasons of mourning.

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