
As we have walked through and revisited loss, mourning and grief this week I have been able to savor the beautiful memories of comfort I have experienced.
During the recent loss of my father in-law, Larry, our family was overwhelmed by all of the love and support we received. We were flooded by friends and family who were agents of comfort. I would like to share some that meant the most to me.
A few moments after Larry passed away, we all texted or called to notify others. The first phone call my husband received back was from our pastor who asked to pray with us. Clark put the call on speaker as we all gathered around my mother in-law in prayer. For that one moment the hands of time stopped as we all collectively called out to God for mercy, grace, and comfort. What a beautiful agent of comfort.
The relentless and tireless comfort given by the funeral home will always be etched in my mind. What a beautiful agent of comfort.
My college roommate was the first one at our house the next morning. She brought Chic-fil-a chicken minis and fruit. She sat and talked with me as the events of the night before sank in. What a beautiful agent of comfort.
One of my best friends ran errands with me and helped me think through choices. She even bought plants for my front porch to be a welcoming greeting as visitors arrived. What a beautiful agent of comfort.
The texts, phone calls, and visits from far and near were continuous. The idea that so many took time from their own busy schedules to be present was overwhelming. What beautiful agents of comfort.
The continuous outpouring of snacks, meals, drinks, and paper products were examples of love and generosity. What beautiful agents of comfort.
The abundance of flowers sent and trees planted in Larry’s memory will forever be reminders of his sweet memory. What beautiful agents of comfort.
I will always savor all of these beautiful agents of comfort. My prayer is that I will also be an agent of comfort to others when they experience loss and grief.
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