Joining Kate Motaung and other members of the Five Minute Friday community for our weekly writing adventure. To learn more about Five Minute Friday, click here. This week’s prompt is, “Help.”
I attended the funeral of the sister of a dear friend today.
My friend and I hugged.
I looked at her and later at one of her sisters who walked by.
I looked and I remembered.
I remembered when the first of my two sisters who are now living forever, died.
I remembered how I felt too young to cope with such a life altering event.
I remembered how I longed for my parents and my grief seemed unbearable.
Note that it seemed unbearable only because I knew it was not.
I had already walked through the darkness of grief several times before, with the greatest lesson coming from the death of my mother.
I knew that although I felt unable to cope and to some degree this was true –
I could not cope in my own strength –
I had help
I had help from the One who is the God of all comfort.
I experienced His hand on my heart and spirit, an internal touch.
But I also experienced His hand through the human helpers He sent my way.
I know He will provide the same help for my dear friend.
And, Abba, let me be one of Your helpers.