Many years ago my family experienced many tragedies. Deaths. Incarceration. Terminal illness. Family members taken before their time. After one such event our minister arrived at the door. He threw his arms around each of us in turn and hugged us. Then he stood there wordlessly, crying.
Where we expected words of wisdom that would console us in our darkest moments, there were none.
Yet his act of grieving with us gave us more comfort than any words.
Sometimes there nothing that can be said. No words to express the enormity of loss. No deeper reason why things unfold the way they do. All we can do is mourn. God also grieves.
weep with me
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