Last Thursday, Santino's Grandpa Frank passed away. Santino was just devastated. Grandpa Frank was like a second father to him. My mom came into town to be with his family and help in anyway she can. She became a widow 8 years ago, so this is a familiar road for her. Different circumstances, same pain.
When she left today Grandma Ida (Grandpa Frank's widow) said "Thanks for coming and for all that you did." My mom responded "Your welcome. But I didn't do much." Ida said "just being here was more than enough".
I thought about that this whole weekend with them. You don't have words to comfort, so you "just be". Just be there. Just be with those who hurt.
Weep with those who weep.
Mourn with those who mourn.
Comfort those that are grieving.
Encourage broken hearts . . .
sometimes with words, sometimes without.
Be slow to speak, quick to listen.
Not lose heart.
Keep your eyes not on what is seen,
but what is unseen.
Serve like Martha, or just sit and be like Mary.
“Jesus wept.” (John 11:35)
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God." (2 Corinthians 1:3-4)