Hanging on to Hope
I’m struggling. My best friend’s husband is dying. I feel clumsy, so clumsy. I want to help; I don’t know how.
My emotions feel raw. My eyes fill with tears. I love her so much and feel her pain.
“This is life,” she tells me “And it’s the pits.”
I’m honest and ask her if I’m doing enough. Does she feel my prayers? Does she feel God’s strength pouring into her to feed him, clothe him, and shower him?
Her petite frame looks worn out. She quotes the Word. God will never leave me or forsake me. He is my strength and my song.
She tells me too many people drop by the house. It overwhelms her.
She has to say, “Please don’t come.”
She needs quiet and space to refuel. Seems other friends want to know their part in this too! She assures me she knows she can text me or call. She knows she can count on me.
I get the text to meet in Old Town for breakfast. In the restaurant, we cry over eggs and bacon. I tell her I hate cancer. I speak lovingly of her Christian husband and reminisce about those inspirational times at lunch as a foursome. I’m sad he is fading, but I praise God for grace. The slow process gives her time to adjust to the idea of death. She agrees.
She’s always been picky about her coffee. She pays a company in Old Town to roast it and grind it special for her taste. Her order is ready.
“Know that I can pick up coffee orders and deliver them to you. Or do you need to get out of the house?” I ask.
“Yes! I need to draw strength from you, a good breakfast and someone to cry with.”
She tells me the kids flew home last month. She expresses their loving talks and tears with their father. His strength fails day by day. We praise God for perfect timing to say goodbye.
She wants me to talk about my family. She giggles when I share stories of my grandchildren and I smile when I see her spirit lift.
That evening I get her text telling me our time together uplifts her. She thanks God for everything. She thanks God for me.
It makes me cry and I seek comfort in my husband’s embrace. I hear him say everything will be okay. Death, the ultimate healing, nears.
Stoop down and reach out to those who are oppressed.
Share their burdens, and so complete Christ’s law. Galatians 6:2
Laugh with your happy friends when they’re happy;
share tears when they’re down. Romans 12:15