Nine months ago today I lost a big part of my life and I know that I am not on this journey of pain and sorrow alone. Today I received a letter from one of my coworkers who found it online. I read it and cant even describe how fitting it is and how crazy lifes timing works. With holidays right around the corner and today being nine months I feel the need to share this letter with the rest of my Facebook friends. Its kinda long but totally worth the read, I promise. 1 is a big number (The following is part of a letter received by a family after the death of their son, the widow wishes to remain anonymous.) As you and your family are left alone, after we have all gone home, that empty space will seem so big. You will never feel like saying, nor will you want to hear someone else saying, Only one is missing. When the empty space is permanent, one is a big number One less plate at the table, one less appetite to cook for. One less coat on the hook, one less shirt in the wash. One less pair of shoes by the door. Only one? Only? The word does no belong. One less smile, one less voice to join in the conversation around the table. One is a lot. You have experienced it now, and no one can ever tell you differently. Now you will begin to live with the painful reminders. Therell be a certain dish youll not feel like cooking that your son liked best. A certain song youll not be able to sing-- it was his favorite. Here will be a little reminder, and there another one. A scrap of paper he wrote on, or a job that was always his, or his empty chair... Then in the quietness of the night you will weep and cry, Oh, God, and then again. But what words can you say beyond that plea? Are there any words with enough meaning and feeling to fit to your prayer? Wait. Wait and be still. It comes. The comforter. God promised. He sees your distress and he feels your hurt. He hears your wordless praying. Why should you be surprised? He promised. God is near to supply this need, too. It is a miracle to feel the peace and comfort that can only come from God. Another day, and gain you feel squeezed and twisted tight, hurting with a fresh reminder of your loss and grief. And again you seek and find this miracle of comfort. How often? As often as you need it. As often as we know, seek and ask. This deep sorrow can bring a great job, a closeness to Christ that you didnt expect and cant understand, much less describe. This heavenly combination of sorrow and comfort-- may it be your experience in the days to come. Understanding your sorrow, --A Sister
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 02:43:57 +0000
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