“Weeping may tarry for the night.” (Psalm 30:5)
It matters that they lived, regardless how short the span. It matters on a scale of enormous significance that your friends’ loved ones drew breath for a wisp of time or for a lengthy chain of years. A life that was loved is worthy of mattering to us, too.
On every side of us, people are grieving, and we are allowed entrance into that sacred space where breathing has become an unbearable task. When a friend is wrenched away raggedly, or a small child leaves shattered parents, or elderly saints cross the threshold of heaven, those left behind are devastated. For them an earthquake has broken through their foundation, and the violent tremors have categorically toppled all sense of normal into mounds of debris that threatens to bury them alive. It matters that we care.
Be present in the lives of those suffering loss, and do not withdraw like a timid cat simply because you are uncomfortable with their pain. This situation calls for lionhearted courage. Come close and roar back the anguish that threatens to paralyze them. Send a loving text, a beautiful bouquet, or a generous gift card for a nearby restaurant to use when the idea of doing something as mundane as cooking lies beyond their scope of rational behavior.
Move toward those mourning as if acutely aware that your friends are sinking beneath horrific waves and you possess a vessel equipped with lifesaving vests and sturdy life preservers. Mow the lawn, plant flowers, clean the fridge, pay a bill, write a check, make a meal. Do anything you can possibly think of to express compassionate concern. At all costs, do not ignore their sadness. Your indifference doesn’t cause grief to evaporate into thin air.
When you don’t know what to say, when words seem clumsy, it’s okay. Use a few anyway: I was thinking of you. You have been on my mind. How can I pray for you today? I was wondering if you would share a favorite memory of your grandmother. I miss Scott, too. I wish I could make your pain go away. Hardly a week goes by that I don’t remember something Steve taught me. I’m so sorry you are so sad. . .so very sorry.
This is a time when less is more, when a few well-chosen words will minister but a bunch of words won’t. Now is definitely the wrong time to unload a lengthy dissertation on all things working together for good or to dump well-meaning Bible verses on top of your friends’ load. Sensitivity and silence are soothing. Chattering to fill the space and ease your own discomfort is unwelcome baggage. Keep that to yourself.
When your friends share their ache, listen as if your very life depends on it. Allow them to weep for as long as they must. Do not hurry them along as if sorrow were a scheduled stop in a stack of pressing appointments. Give your friends the freedom to agonize without jumping to the erroneous conclusion that their spiritual temperature is skewed.
At present, you have not been asked to walk in their shoes. The road is harder than anything you could possibly imagine. Your friends need you by their side for as long as the journey will last. Stay close.
One day they just might do the same for you.
Elizabeth A Mitchell
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Good morning Elizabeth. That you so much for this. Matters mean so much to myself and my family as I just lost my brother tragically last week. God bless you
I just now saw your comment. Please accept my deepest sympathies in the loss of your dear brother. How hard life is at times. How life-giving to know he is always with us, always able to help us endure the tough places of life.
My love to you my friend.
This morning Nancy spoke to all the beautiful women in Africa that are part of the W O I that you spoke with a few months ago. This was her topic so with your permission may I post on the WOI blog to share your devotional and practical ideas?
As always God uses you to encourage and inspire.
Yes you may Marcy. Absolutely yes.
As always, you capture the struggle of grief and how is best to help during these times with such perfect words and ideas to help. I just lost my good friend last week who I’ve been friends with since we were 12. She struggled, but her loss leaves me with a heavy heart. May I share this with some friends through email, of course giving you credit for your words?
I just saw your response now. Forgive me for this delay. I am so sorry for your deep loss and I pray that God has been comforting you through it all. You may always share these devotionals with those it might help. Thank you for asking. Sending my love to you.