(Five minute Friday)
Sitting in desperation I gave in to dark thoughts of what her last moments would have been. The images were tormenting me. I knew their source.
Still, in the midst of it I couldn’t seem to exit, couldn’t seem to replace those thoughts. But quietly I sensed another presence.
He entered quietly, as He always did. And with a hand on my trembling shoulder he simply whispered.
Not empty words that would dissolve as soon as he left my side. Not verses that he had written in the love letter he left me. No He simply said,
“Anne, I was with her.”
And the facts I had been forced to live with, that my sister had been murdered were still there. They just seemed to lessen a bit.
Not because they became less horrible. But because one of my fears was that she was alone.
And even without knowing exactly how she died. Without having her body to lay beneath the ground where her gravestone is. I felt something only God could give.
Comfort.
It was a blanket he gently covered me with. To keep the awful cold of reality from swallowing me up.
It was the same one I felt so many other times in my life. When each loved one was lowered below.
Four words that changed my whole outlook of this nightmare. I was with her.
Comfort. He gave me comfort.
With plenty to spare for you.
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Anne, what a perfect description of a perfect comfort. That is an unspeakable agony, the not knowing, the imagining, and it’s really only God who can possibly comfort you in that. I’m glad He did. God bless! Hope you come back next week and share more with us.
Susan,
Thanks so much for reading it and for your kind comments. You made me feel welcome. Thanks.
Beautiful Anne. Thank you for sharing this inspiration. Lmc
La,
Thanks for reading it and for your comment. This was my first attempt at Five minute Friday. Although I’ve thought about it for a while.
Amazing. Wow. Really good.
Well done, Anne.
Kaye,
I appreciate you reading it and taking the time to leave a comment. Thank you.
This is amazing. Short, simple, powerful and beautiful. Thanks for sharing Anne.
James,
Thanks for reading and for your comments. I had wanted to join you guys for a few weeks now. Glad I did.
Hi Anne. WOW. Thank you SO much for sharing your story with us. You are an amazing writer. I love this “It was a blanket he gently covered me with. To keep the awful cold of reality from swallowing me up.” So powerful.
Thank you for your comments. I appreciate you taking the time to read it and respond.
What a beautiful post! I’ve heard those little whispers in the most difficult circumstances, and I know what a comfort He is.
Sarah,
So glad you’ve also heard His whispers. Thanks for taking the time to respond.
Speechless. You’ve taken 5 minutes and used them to tell an amazing story of comfort despite tragedy. Wow.
Thanks for reading Caryn. And for your comments.
Beautiful, Anne! Those are 4 very comforting word, indeed! Glad you joined in.
Thanks, Eileen. I’ve been wanting to join, for a few weeks now. I actually wrote for brave and another one. Just didn’t post them.
Wow, what a comfort, indeed! Incredible. And enough to spare. Thank you for sharing.
Thanks, Trina.
I’m kind of wordless after reading this. I believe in a God who can comfort like that.
Thanks, Kathleen. It’s the first time I tried this out.
Kathleen,
Thanks for reading, Kathleen.