a letter to those grieving loss from the floods
“I am worn out from sobbing. All night I flood my bed with weeping, drenching it with my tears. ”
To those who are grieving the loss of loved ones from recent flooding.
I woke up with you heavy on my heart.
I wish I could come and sit with you. Just sit. Not saying a word.
I wish I could quietly wrap you in a blanket, hold you close, and offer you a home cooked meal (though you might not have any desire to eat.)
I wish I could take away your unimaginable rotten loss and answer all your agonizing questions.
But I cannot, nor will I try.
So I join with you through this letter.
I will not pound you with Scriptures. I will not stand aloof and pretend to know what you are going through, for that would be a bold faced lie. I will, however, do my best to not say anything stupid, though the possibility of that is real. I apologize in advance. Let me know if I say anything here that causes more distress. As one who has survived my own seasons when tears flooded my pillow, I tread lightly.
I am so sorry for your loss. Please know. I am here. supporting. caring. and crying out to God on your behalf. I long for you to be comforted one moment at a time. It is probably too much to handle more than that. I yearn for your soul to be anchored with an iron clad thread of hope that can provide strength to put one foot in front of the other, even when the earth beneath your feet has crashed and crumbled.
When words are not enough. When nothing makes sense. When despair hijacks your mind and everything within trembles… I hold you in prayer.
May the Lord, Who came to heal the broken-hearted, minister to you today.
Mary
“The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”