Wednesday, 18 July 2007

A Comfort in times of grief

I finally returned to the resort today (first time in two weeks!) and was sent outside to cut grass and scrape paint. Unlike last summer, I haven't been able to listen to music while working simply because of the nature of the work and the simple fact that I don't own an mp3 player.

That means I have lots of time to spend thinking, reflecting, and/or in prayer. Today I chose to spend part of it prayer for as many people as I could think of that I've told I'd pray for. It was cool, but it also revealed something obvious, yet deep, to me.

One of my friends has had a tragedy strike him, a kind of tragedy that I could never possibly understand. It's always hard to deal with that; you so badly want to be there for a person but if you can't understand the situation yourself, what CAN you do? As I prayed, I remembered that THAT is what I can and should be doing. I can't comfort this friend right now. Not only am I over 150 miles away, but I just don't understand. But the Heavenly Father DOES understand, IS nearby, and can be a comfort in this time of grief.

Currently Listening Carried Me: The Worship Project By Jeremy Camp Beautiful One see related