I did not see the Lord sitting high and lifted up. I didn’t feel the Holy Spirit all around me nor did I feel angels around me. I felt all alone. I saw my mother’s lifeless body, and I felt the breath leave my own body and my heart break into a million pieces. I know it doesn’t sound all that spiritual, but that’s the truth.
And now, a few weeks after burying her, I feel hollow, and it is a whole different kind of emptiness. I know the Lord is with me. I know He is in control of all things at all times. I know my mom is with the Lord. I know all of that, and still, my heart is shattered.
And if another person tells me that she is in a better place, I may just scream. You know an even better place right at this moment? In the car next to me as we go on a mother/daughter trip with just the two of us like we used to. I know people mean well and simply don’t know what to say. As a matter of fact, I want to share something with you right now. You can actually just say, “I don’t really have words to comfort you, but I want you to know that I am here and that I am thinking about you.” That, Sister, is everything.
The Manna Chef 