as i heard the news, my heart fell into my stomach. my phone dropped to the couch.
i sat overwhelmed. overcome.
and suddenly alone.
i battled with myself wondering what was best. call someone? share with someone? i wasn't sure.
i called a friend. she didn't answer.
i sat on the couch and stared.
she called back.
i shared the news with her and before i was even finished, i found i was praying.
crying out to the Maker of all things. the Creator of Good. One who hates evil. we cried out together.
as i heard her voice echoing the same longing as the one in my heart:
come Jesus... come soon
as we mourned loss together,
as we thanked our Father for receiving our anger, our grief,
as we asked for wisdom, kindnesses to abound, for honesty,
as i cried some more,
as i thanked Him for His promised return-- for letting us have that hope,
... i felt lifted.
i heard a good friend recently talk of prayer as a way to carry just a small piece of someone's sorrow. just a small piece. so one doesn't have to carry all of it alone.
i hope we did that today. on the phone together. praying for a sister and brother.
thankful for His hope. thankful for His family. thankful for what He does in the midst of us when we come together.
