I had a Weekend ED Series post ready in my mind for today.
But I don’t feel like writing it anymore. I don’t feel like writing about death of the mind, when throughout these couple of weeks, all I seem to hear about left and right is real death.
Yesterday, my father told me that my grandfather (mother’s side) had been hospitalized. We’d already known his health has been deteriorating, especially after he went through surgery for an artificial lung. That was about a year ago and the doctors had said he had about 3-5 years to live.
But now, they say he is at a terminal stage. He could go anytime now.
This week, I also heard from my dear friend Eden that her father is in the hospital again. He will be going through surgery Monday.
I really did not—do not—know what to say, what to do. I cannot imagine losing my father, especially if I have already lost my mother. But this is not my story; it’s Eden’s. I feel helpless as to how I can help, but I know her sense of loss is far, far greater than mine.
I asked her how I can help in any way. She said to just pray.
A week ago I read from Monet’s blog about yet another tragedy in her family. It was just a few months ago that she almost lost her nephew; now she has lost another nephew, and might lose her sister and brother-in-law.
I don’t need to go into details; it’s almost unimaginable what kind of pain Monet must be going through.
And then of course we come to this single timeless question: Why? Why must there be such tragedy in life?
I’ve been doing a lot of praying and thinking. Well, and googling. I wanted to find some kind of comfort that I can bring to my family and friends.
I found a poem online that I really liked. I don’t know if it may resonate with others. I guess it is a sort of arrogance to think that I can bring real comfort to anyone in the face of tragedy. But still, it can’t hurt.
He Maketh No Mistakes
My Father’s way may twist and turn,
My heart may throb and ache.
But in my soul I’m glad I know,
He maketh no mistake.
My cherished plans may go astray,
My hopes may fade away,
But still I’ll trust my Lord to lead
For He doth know the way.
Tho’ night be dark and it may seem
That day will never break;
I’ll pin my faith, my all in Him.
He maketh no mistake.
There’s so much now I cannot see,
My eyesight’s far too dim;
But come what may, I’ll simply trust
And leave it all to Him.
For by and by the mist will lift
And plain it all He’ll make,
Through all the way, tho’ dark to me,
He made not one mistake.
–by A. M. Overton (1932)
(Lyrics credit: A. M. Overton was a pastor who lost his beloved wife,
and during her funeral, he wrote this incredible poem)
And another simple yet beautiful song by Sarah McLachlan called “Angel”:
Yet another song from one of my favorite Disney movies:
And that’s it for today. If you know any more songs, lyrics, poems, etc. of comfort, please share.
Hugs, prayers, and love to all.
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