Right before the holidays, I texted a mama friend who was expecting her little baby boy. I was ready to congratulate her, breathe in the newborn smell and marvel at which parent he looks like the most. What I got instead was a reply that said he was born with his angel wings.
How do you respond to that? I cried as a friend and let her know she was not alone in her grief. But days and weeks later, I still struggle to formulate the correct, if any, response. What do you say to a grieving mama during the holidays? We busy ourselves with our own families, stress shop for the last minute gifts and try to remember at some point in our frazzled mess to slow down and enjoy every bit of the season.
As our routines go back to some semblance of normalcy, I know it’s about time I reach out. Everyone grieves different and healing takes as long as it takes. And there are moments that no matter how much time has passed, wounds will never heal. I stumbled upon this today, “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147:3.
Admittedly, I don’t know this type of grief but I have been broken and I prayed every day for God to mend my pieces. I’m still mending but I have grown in my faith and keep a tight circle of friends who have lovingly prayed for me.
To my lovely friend, and to those who are grieving, I am with you. I will continue to pray for you in your grief.
And to those who are mere witnesses to grief, don’t let not knowing what to say, keep you from being present in your friend or loved ones’ lives. Your presence is enough.