I have struggeld for words since I found out that John, one of my dearest friends, lost his partner to a long illness, on Tuesday night.
I have no concerns for Ron: he was very ill, very unhappy in his life and while I do not claim to know exactly where he has gone, I am convinced he is better off there than he was here...
But John...?
Ron may have been released from suffering into Heaven, but I know John is suffering his own hell at the moment, and so are we, to a lesser extent, who love him, and hate to see him hurting...
We held a prayer group especially yesterday, and unusually for us as a group, there were very few words. I like to think we just held John, and Ron, in the light. I know we wept, and we prayed for a little of that light for ourselves, I think.
Maybe sometimes words would only get in the way, and while I long to see John and give him a hug, I have no words that could possibly seem anything but trite... Maybe it's the same with our prayers - sometimes words would be inadequate and we just need to sit with God and let Her do Her work...
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