We are grieving the loss of a very dear friend, and for our family it’s a new kind of pain. It is the first personal loss for our children. They’ve never lost anyone they knew intimately and loved deeply. It feels like we’re all trying to breathe deeply through hot water.
The Lord is close to the brokenhearted
Psalms 34:18 (NIV)
I am clinging to the words of this Psalm right now, knowing that as mama I tend to my children first and bank my own hurt for later. I have walked this tear-stained path; they have not.
What I know is that this walk is not possible without Grace. If I didn’t have faith I wouldn’t have anything to lean against right now.
Precious Lord, take my hand
lead me on, let me stand'
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn,,,
I am also clear that while dad and mom care for the children, daddy’s looking after mama. Each evening when I am weary, he spreads wide the arms into which I sag and sob. I’ve said it before praising God as I declare, “that man really knows how to love me.” And I am not easy.
So, if you would take a moment, kindly join us in prayer for the grieving family of my brilliant friend, beautiful, bright, and remarkable in the way she made everything special. I thank God for the gift she is my life. Always. When I think of her, I will not say “was.” She is. Always. Forever. I will not say “was.” EVER.