We are weak and he is strong.

Today this small town feels like a big city. The weather is dark. The valley goes on forever through the mountains and it is dreary, rainy. It is as if this place knows of the tragedy. Of a woman who left us. A friend that didn't give us enough time to know her well. A beautiful mother that is leaving two precious girls. I can't imagine what their grief is like. I can imagine what hers was. Enough to drown in. I wish she could have connected with us. I wish she would have stayed. This isn't a time for wishes. This is a time for prayer. That is all I can do. It puts life into perspective. I am not the one who can help but I can pray. And I don't have words but God knows the heart. In death there is change. In life there is change. I know she is resting in heaven. My anxiety is high for thoughts of her family left behind. I can pray.
God, I pray for peace in the valley of the shadow of death. I pray for mourning to come and be full, for this is the time for that. I pray for leaning on you and not pushing away. I pray that our thoughts would become actions and our words soothing. I pray for blanketing hugs for her girls, as well as her husband. I pray that when all we can do is pray that we do just that and not for a fleeting moment but for real. And God let us listen. That if there is something more we can do.....if not thank you Lord that we can pray..........