It’s 9:08 in the morning.
I have just arrived at the office, wearing black. Though it is one of my go-to colour every day but today it’s different.
I was in shock since the news came in yesterday.
A neighbours spouse died.
He’s at the tender age of 39, living his career fully as an architect. With a beautiful wife and two kids, he was gone, just like that.
The lump in my throat seems to not go away even with all the swallowing, and here i’m staring back at the monitor, thinking what will happen next for them.
My feet don’t have the strength to console them last night, will it have tonight?
They are believers in Jesus just like many of us, but the reality of something like this is too heavy to carry.
I remembered what happened with the Lord in Luke, chapter 7.
“11 Soon afterwards, Jesus went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd went along with him. 12 As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out—the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the town was with her.”
Today, are you experiencing something similar?
Did you lose someone?
Did you lose something?
Or are you like me who’s witnessing someone go through a similar circumstance?
The only move that we can do is to bare our heart to Jesus.
Nothing and no one can give us the perfect response other than our Saviour.
13 When the Lord saw her, his heart went out to her, and he said, “Don’t cry.”
14 Then he went up and touched the bier they were carrying him on, and the bearers stood still. He said, “Young man, I say to you; get up!” 15 The dead man sat up and began to talk, and Jesus gave him back to his mother.
16 They were all filled with awe and praised God. “A great prophet has appeared among us,” they said. “God has come to help his people.” 17 This news about Jesus spread throughout Judea and the surrounding country.
So this evening, one step at a time I will walk towards our brothers’ house and help the family bare our hearts to God.