Healing.

 Healing.

 

This morning a eulogy was posted on FB about my friend Dava who worked at Spa Bella. We had been to each other’s homes at one time or another, and though we were not close (had no idea she had cancer!), it felt as if we had been friends since we first met. She was a most loving person. This same day, Tami Yonts posted that the cancer that is slowly taking her from us can only be treated to a certain point to allow her to live as comfortably as possible for the time she has. Then this afternoon, my friend Beth called to tell me that a person we both knew had just lost her son (61) to suicide. 

When a person becomes physically ill, we sometimes have enough time to build up peace of mind and the stamina to face the loss. We can know that the person totally knows that we love and held them in our hearts. But when a person we love suddenly takes away that chance to tell them how much we care, we are left with their pain in our own hearts. Anger, despair, frustration and overwhelming depression become a shared experience whether or not we are prepared for it. 

Of all the people we have loved and lost, the child, no matter what age, takes away something that God added to our world. The mercy He gave us seems to slip into little pockets that have to be dug out of our heart. We can’t feel whole when the loss is a child. We may know that God will resurrect that child, but a big ol’ hole remains in our heart. And healing? Just a few little things can pull against the ways our heart has tried to heal. But be aware, God has a plan:

“He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”