Good morning…
As we near 2:00 am, I take outside our little dog Gracie and stand barefoot in the wet, cool grass. As I look up, thick clouds surround the waning moon. Stretched wide and thin, the white vapors open space, a breathing room for blue. Blue. Cloudy. Stretched wide and thin. These descriptors animate the text string I just read from a friend.
Yesterday morning, I wrote to her. “I am wondering if I might swing by your home for a quality time visit tonight.”
“I would have loved time with you, but tonight was crazy,” she replied later in the evening. “I went to a funeral today.”
“We will connect another time,” I responded. “Whose funeral and how was it for you?”
Her return text moved me. “The sweetest man ever…our landscape guy for 40 years…he died suddenly. He and I were soul mates with a very special relationship. I’ve always considered him Family. He helped to pack my car and listened as I cried and readied my husband to go to memory care. I was so moved by his sweet Family that the Spirit moved me to speak about him…in Spanish…during the beautiful tiny Catholic service in a Marietta funeral home. Open casket. I feel like I am preparing. I feel so much grief everywhere. Yes, the love connection, too…but so much struggle all around. God, take this!”
Stepping back outside, I lifted up her prayer. “God, take this!”
Though my prayer was brief, He welcomed her grief. For we are the product of His hand, heaven’s poetry etched on lives (Ephesians 2:10a, VOICE).
…Sue…
