Some friends of mine are going through the unthinkable: the loss of their child.
I've prayed, cried, and prayed some more, heartbroken over their grief. In situations like this, some would immediately make a casserole and bring it over. My go-to is to get out a card and try to come up with some words of hope and comfort. This time, the words were nowhere to be found. I've been staring at a blank page for days, feeling helpless, knowing there's nothing to be said that could take away such pain.
That's when I thought of the page often found in the middle of a bank or credit card statement: "This page intentionally left blank." I have no idea why they include that, but in this situation it seems entirely appropriate. I feel like a blank page; nothing I could offer in the form of words or deeds would ever be enough. But I am here. And so are others. Surrounding them with love, prayer, our best intentions of help in many forms. But we're all just blank pages doing our best to say, "we're here." And in the midst of such loss, I hope that's enough.
All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. -2 Corinthians 1:3