Parable:
The reality has not hit home yet. Can it be true? Is this just a bad dream? No matter the circumstance of his passing, the initial shock is surreal. You feel as though the air around your head is buzzing. Your brain is so foggy, that questions and answers don’t make sense.
What now? What must I do next? How am I going to cope?
Suddenly there are so many people phoning you, the children buzzing around you, fussing over you. Everyone wants to support you although they don’t know how. They too are feeling the loss.
Words of sympathy don’t make sense.
You try to keep busy. You try but cannot stop the tears, no matter how hard you are trying to be brave. The tears are not just wet ones. They burn deep inside your chest, like an overwhelming heartburn.
Visitors. You try to smile for your visitors. You busy yourself making tea and coffee.
You want to be alone. But you are afraid to be alone.
Pebble:
Take a hot bath or shower. Let the tears flow.
Put on clean, comfortable clothing. This provides a sense of refreshing.
Let someone else make the tea.
Relax in your favourite armchair or under the tree in the garden.
Hand your phone to a friend. Let them answer the calls and the questions. You will only
exhaust yourself if you try to
answer all the questions about his passing.
Prayer:
Father God I cry out to
You, hear my cry for help.
I find myself in a very strange space, like a faraway land, that is so unfamiliar.
I am feeling so overwhelmed. I do not understand what happened today.
I call to you for help. I feel so weak and helpless!
Carry me to a high rock where no one can reach me. Only You are my place of safety, a strong tower that protects me. Please let me know Your peace and comfort today and in the days ahead. Amen
Adapted from Psalm 61
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