In the beginning of August, my co-worker in our parish office, sitting right beside me, suffered a seizure. She was diagnosed with a brain aneurysm. Over the next few weeks, she fought hard to live, but God took her home about a month ago. I know that she is at peace now, and filled with joy at the sight of Jesus.
We worked side by side for 8 years. Front office. In the line of fire, so to speak. Both of us introverts. Both of us sensitive. Both of us conscientious.
Two peas in a pod some people called us. So true. So very true.
Now she’s gone. And I feel lost. Overwhelmed with grief. Overwhelmed with stress. I do not recognize my life these days. I feel like I have been walking in a strange land.
All I can think of is this line from Psalm 137 –
But how could we sing a song of the LORD in a foreign land? – Psalm 137:4
That is where I am – in a foreign land.
However, the fact that a line from a psalm is what comes to mind over and over again is encouraging. At least God is talking to me and I am listening.
And when I stop listening, God will get my attention and I will remember that I am not alone.
No matter what I am going though, God is with me. Whispering in my ear. Holding me up.
And helping me to sing a new song.
A song of the Lord – in a foreign land.