Three years ago when my dear neighbor passed away into eternity I thought I would die my self. Never before had I experienced such a sudden and gut wrenching loss. My heart went out to his wife and his soulmate who I felt certain would be plunged into despair. I found myself thrust into the role of comforter, counselor. I felt out of my element and ill equipped. I literally found myself stepping up and growing up fast entering into a new and untidy space. Amidst the fog though I caught glimpses of comfort and God's divine order. But still it was not until I stood by his gravesite with my little boys and held hands a few months later on Father's day that I had a better view of the Great Comforter. On seeing that I was bereft of words, my little 8 yr old 'messenger' offered to pray. As I stood and listened to the beauty of his words fall like nuggets of truth and comfort from his lips, I felt the arms of the great comforter encircle me. I slowly began to feel better until.....fast forward to July 2011 my beloved father passed into eternity within 5 months of learning that he was ill. Again I was thrust into the abyss of super sized shock and deep sorrow... but here we are with the fire of hope burning brightly. My Comforter has come.... yet again.
Mature subject matter, reader discretion advised. Only faith and hope will help with decoding this text. ZPora
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