The first time I prayed out loud
Today I was reminded that it was the 9th anniversary
of the death of one of my best friends. My response was: “This goes down as one of the most sacred days of my life...”
The reason I write this note is to remember that God pushed me out of my comfort zone on the day Eva died. I had never prayed
out loud and in the presence of many people.
Eva had taken her last breath surrounded by her
loved ones at home by the time I arrived that Saturday nine years ago. I
gathered my emotions, and I obeyed the Holy Spirit as the family formed a
circle holding hands surrounding Eva.
I cannot remember the exact words, but they rolled out of
my tongue in a way that surprised me.
They were words of thankfulness for her
life, for God’s comfort and for strength for the family.
I deeply miss Eva’s physical presence. She left a
giant hole in our friendship circle.
I often remember that day when I obeyed.
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