It’s not what we imagine. It doesn’t always play nice.
I shouldn’t have spent time today holding a dying woman’s hand while comforting her mother. But sometimes it plays out that way. Her mother shouldn’t have needed her daughter’s supervisor and co-workers to sit with her for so many of her daughter’s final breaths, but I’m so very thankful we could be there for her.
Her brothers are sitting with her mother now, but it won’t be long.
His ways are not our ways; His thoughts are not our thoughts.
Oh God, bring us peace, comfort, and strength as we release her into your arms. Comfort her mother and give her peace. Strengthen her brothers to take over the care she once provided to them and their mother.