As I supported and cared for a friend who had lost her son, I also was comforted as I thought of how God had been with me. I sent the following to her:
In the summer of 2000, Somewhere in Alaska, we took this picture. As I looked at it one day years later, I thought of how someone had to cut through this mountain to create this road.
And then I thought about how God has been there, helping us cut through our mountain of grief – and on to the other side.
And not only God, but those who have walked this road with us . . .
My prayer, dear friend, is that you will continue to experience God’s grace as you journey through this grief.