At some point in our lives, death, the unwelcome interloper, will knock on the door of someone we love.
Though we may do our best to hold on to them, the steely cold hands of death will eventually win that awful tug of war.
When death interrupts the normal flow of life for someone we know and love, our first instinct is to try and fix their brokenness. We just don’t want them to suffer in their sorrow.
A noble intent, indeed, but I have a word or two for all of us well- meaning souls. . .
We can’t fix it! We can’t change it! We can’t make the pain and sorrow go away!
Yes, I know we rush to their sides because we love them, our heart breaks for them, we want them to feel better!
Yes, yes and yes, I get it! Compassion, sympathy, empathy, pathos, all of that, I. Get. It!
We must do our best to not hand out clichéd encouragement to those who are going through those gut wrenching moments of sorrow!
“God has another flower in His garden.”
“You loved them but God loved them more.”
“Now you have an angel to watch over you.”
“You can handle this!”
“What doesn’t kill you will only make you stronger!”
“He won’t put any more on you than you can bear.”
Yeah, stuff like that.
Don’t misunderstand. I am not saying do not try to encourage those who find themselves wrapped in grief.
What I am saying is stop trying to fix the person, fix their view of their situation.
Support them through their hard times. Sit quietly with them when there are no words. Weep with them. Share their tears. Hold their hands through the valley. Listen to their stories. Allow them their sorrow in your presence.
Yeah, stuff like that!