(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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Dear Anne,
This piece spoke straight to my heart. Ou Heavenly Father has gentleness like no other….so ver personal and loving. I thank the Father for your gift!
If ever there was a powerful punch in a limited time, this is it. You know how to drive it home.
Shelley,
Thanks for reading and for your comment.
Joy,
Thanks so much for reading and for your kind comments.
Awesome, Anne, truly awesome. Five minutes of pure magic. You have touched our hearts with grace as He touched yours. Lovely! Can’t wait to read more of your contributions in the future. Thank you 🙂 x
Anne, it has been a week of questioning for me, with visits to three people who are dying painfully and at an agonizing snail’s pace. I was writing about a woman grieving over her son’s death. And then, God gave me these words through you. For myself and for the book. Truly he is with us and gives us comfort and more to spare. Beautiful. Alleluia
Audrey,
Sorry you’ve been having such a hard week. I’ll pray for you. Glad God is giving you the words you need. He’ll give you the strength you need as well. Thanks for reading and for your comments.
Um, wow. Yep, that’s all I’ve got. Incredible post, lady.
Marcy,
Thanks for reading and for your comment.