Lessons from Loss

Peter Paul Rubens Praying HandsIt’s been just a few months since I lost my good friend and prayer warrior.

Her death left a gaping hole that has slowly started to heal.

But there’s something about a gaping hole that makes you want to ask some questions.

What was it about her that – when she left – we all felt such a loss?

Why was she the one we all turned to for comfort and prayer?

How did she get to be our prayer warrior?

The obvious answer is that she cared.

She listened. She wept. She empathized. She made us feel safe and loved.

Yet – she didn’t play God – she trusted Him. As we shared what was on our hearts – she didn’t immediately start telling us what to do or how to fix it.

(Oh how I struggle with that one! I want to fix things for people. I want to make it all better. I want to give every story a happy ending.)

But there was something even more than that –  something that went even deeper.

We could trust her.

When you shared a request, you could trust her to pray about it. She would be concerned and  check back with you for updates, letting you know she was praying.

(I can’t say that about everyone. I know that people can’t always say it about me.  How many times have I said I would pray about something – only to totally forget.)

We could trust her to treat us and our requests with respect. She didn’t dismiss our concerns or make light of our requests. If it was important to us – it was important to her.

She was such a blessing and I still miss her.

But I’m so thankful for the part she played in my life – and for the things she’s taught me.

Lessons that have continued even after she’s gone.

Lessons about praying and caring and people.

Life-changing lessons that I’m still trying to learn.