Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
The tears came before I could even hang up the phone, my heart breaking from the news of my friend’s death. “How can this be, God? He was so young,” I cried out into the emptiness that now engulfed me.
“He came home, Sparrow,” God said lovingly and sat down next to me.
“But I loved him! I don’t want him to be gone,” I sobbed.
“Yes, you did love him, and love makes you vulnerable. It opens you to grief,” God said.
“What do I do with my grief?” I asked.
“Keep your heart open. Keep reaching out. Your heart will soon feel me—my love—reaching back to it, holding it safe within my compassion,” God replied.
I leaned my head against God’s strong shoulder for comfort. He touched my face with His gentle hand and I felt His love flowing through me. I sighed, giving in to my anguish, but knowing that with His love I’d get through the pain.