Grief, like a blanket, envelopes the room. I lay awake in bed thinking about the relative that took his own life and wonder, “Why?” I think about his pain but mostly about the pain of those left behind: his sisters, his cousins, his niece and nephews. I hang on to hope. The hope that comes from the Lord knowing that He is with all of us at this time. I thank God for the Holy Spirit, the Blessed Comforter, who comforts us in our distress.
I am forever grateful that the Lord knows our pain and can heal even the most broken heart. How could we ever hope to survive without Him?
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