Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of Mercies and God of All Comfort, Who comforts us in all our tribulation, that we may be able to comfort those who are in any trouble, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. ~ II Corth.1:3-4Last week, I got a phone call from a woman at church who needed to talk.
My heart ripped open as she shared her story - the story of receiving a phone call that threw her body into shock. She is reeling physically and emotionally from traumatic news within her family. She is broken open and her heart is spilled all over the ground.
Almost identical to the news I received four years ago from my daughter, I held my breathe as she shared. The two situations are eerily similar.
I have "been there", but with one major exception, I had no one who could fully understand my situation as my daughter had a large ministry and Joe and I were on their Board of Directors. There were no ears of understanding for me to cry into. No compassionate words of "I can relate, I understand". A lot of prayers were being said for Alece, but I'm not sure anyone understood the depth of what I was going through - of the shock to my body and soul, nor the depth and length of the aftermath that we had to deal with. Joe and I had to clean up the mess Niel brought upon our lives and their ministry as Board members. Decisions had to be made that no mother or father should have been asked to make. It nearly destroyed my sanity. I was alone, adrift on the sea of Christian jargon and the "Hallelujah anyways"; alone to suffer through the consequences of shock to my body. But, it all threw me to my Father's Lap of Comfort. He Alone comforted me. He Alone understood.
Now, it is my to turn to comfort someone, with the comfort I have received - to be a doer of The Word.
We are told by our God to rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.
Well, I wept the other day. Listening to her emotional pain, interceding for her physical body not to suffer the effects of shock sent me back to a time and place that forever changed the trajectory of our lives. I hold this mother close to my heart. Others will be praying for the daughter, as others did mine. But, my burden is for this mother, for it is with her that I identify.
This precious mom may not realize it yet, but she is grieving. And will continue to mourn for many days to come. I know.
May my precious Lord use me to bring some semblance of comfort to her in this great hour of trial. I pray that The Holy Spirit will flow His compassion and understanding through me, that He will use me in a way that will help her put one foot in front of the other, one moment at a time.
And may I not speak "Christianese". May my words be few, but filled with grace and understanding, empathy and hope. May my hugs convey, "I'm walking this road with you".
Blessed are those who mourn, for they WILL BE comforted. It's a Promise from our Father. May He wrap His Arms of Comfort around His precious daughter. May His tears fill my heart, that I may compassionately be real and true with her. May I comfort her with the comfort my Father has comforted me.
And one day, she may be called upon to comfort another. And so it goes.
Because of Him and Unto Him,