For the past month or so, I have spent most of my time by myself. I would not recommend this to anyone, especially those in the midst of immense loss.
A few days ago, a friend of mine asked if we could have lunch together. At first, I dreaded the idea of putting in the effort to go out in public, but I agreed since I hadn’t seen this friend for a while.
So, we went out for lunch yesterday. Talking with Sarah didn’t fix my problems. Nothing she said changed what I was going through. But, for some reason, I felt better when I was with her. The pain was still there; my grief didn’t go away. But, I wasn’t alone.
Later that day, I went to a meeting to prepare for a Christian retreat that takes place next month. I really didn’t want to go to this meeting, but I had an obligation, so I went.
Throughout the gathering, I was able to speak with several women about lots of different things. Some women offered me encouragement, and told me that my life has drastically changed theirs. Others told me that they have been praying for me. I talked with one woman who also lost her husband, and she was able to offer me some wisdom that she’s gained over the years.
None of these conversations fixed my situation, or erased my pain, but I felt comfort knowing that I was not alone.
After the meeting, I had dinner with another friend. And just like my other encounters yesterday, this meal didn’t fix anything. But, I was reminded that even when life falls apart, I can find comfort in the presence of those around me.
Feeling alone can be debilitating. But, there is power in connecting with others.
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