I sat in front of my counselor and she asked me one question—“What do you want?” I told her that I wanted her to tell me how to walk this difficult road of grief while grieving with a nine year old, ten year old, and eleven year old. The tender hearts of my young daughters. Three different personalities. Different ways of processing the harsh reality of no longer having a father.
One night, the grief overwhelmed my daughter. We were around a lot of people, but I knew to pull her away to somewhere private. We lied in the bed and she wept. I held her because I know there really are no words to help. I simply asked God to comfort her heart. To speak to her. To let her know that He is still good.
I told no one of the long night that we had endured. Once again, we are private people. I didn’t even tell my parents about the hours of weeping.
The next morning, I received a text from a precious lady. This lady prays fervently for our family, but she does not text me so I was a bit surprised by the text. Her text read, “Deidra I don’t know why but the Lord awakened me last night and I began to pray for you and the girls. I am checking on you to see if you are ok because you have been on my mind all night.”
I shared this text with my daughter. I wanted her to see how God loves us so much that he will awaken someone thousands of miles away to intercede on our behalf. When we have no words to pray—it’s ok–someone else is interceding for us.
I may be a private person, but I serve a God who knows all.
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