No words

I recently went with a couple friends to visit someone I’ve known a long time who is in rehab. Although she’s dealing with a lot of physical pain, it was obvious that she was battling a broken heart. Completely shattered. You see, she lost her adult son a few months ago due to a tragic accident. I could feel the pain from across the room.

Sometimes she teared up and struggled to talk –that’s when I found myself absolutely speechless. I silently prayed that God would give me the right words to say because the words I wanted to speak didn’t seem right for the moment. However, all that I could offer was a nod that I knew her pain was as intense as it was the first day that she lost him.

We talked about many things, but we managed to come back to her son, and his wife, and their kids…..

She finally asked that one question that goes through everyone’s mind at some point in life. Why? Why, did God let this happen? I think that’s an answer she needs to learn from Him. Not from me or any other friend who tries to offer comfort. Because only God knows.

I am praying that she will allow God to lift her up and give her the strength that she needs in order to endure life. Won’t you pray for her with me?

“I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the Lord and put their trust in him.” Psalm 40:1-3