In my life I have one particular small group of girlfriends that I like to think of as my “prayer-go-to-gals.” They are the first ones I think of when I am in need of a prayer, which by the the way is often. Whether it’s a joy to celebrate or a struggle of uncertainty, they have my back. I know without a doubt they will pray. Whether they do it during their daily devotions or at that very moment real quick-like, I can count on them. As I hope they know they can with me.
In this group, I was the first to lose both my parents, not exactly something I wanted to be first place in but hey, someone has to be first! These ladies rallied behind me, allowed me to write long posts and fervently prayed. Now as one of the other ladies is in the midst of going through the first days of losing her mother I find myself empathizing.
The thing is although I’ve walked through familiar territory I can’t find the words. The words that let her know I understand. The feelings inside me aren’t of me missing my parents necessarily it’s more of wanting to “care for” and almost protect my friend. No two people are alike and her situation is different but there are similarities. Mostly just the act of having a parent die. I’ve seen a glimpse of the road that lies ahead.
I want my friend to know that even though I may not say many words I am praying. I also have ears open to listen or eyes to read texts and my mouth will be shut. And if she needs a bag of chips, a jar of salsa, a pepsi, and/or a snickers bar I’m her gal! I’m only a text away and I deliver!
If you find yourself in the midst of not knowing what to say to someone, just hug. As you hug, say a quick prayer. That’s what I did last night. God bless you my friend.