She walked up, not as smiley as usual. Her body was limp and dreary. She tried to smile as I joked with her, but I knew something wasn't right. I asked if everything was okay, and at first she was reluctant to say...
...after a moment of silence, she decided to share her burden: a friend died the night before. A living, breathing soul, who likely didn't know Christ, is gone forever. It wasn't a close friend, but someone she had talked to within the last few weeks. Someone who she can put a face to. Someone she'll never see again.
Today I am trying to carry her burden with her. To be an outlet for emotion and an ear to listen. A shoulder to cry on and a soul willing to give encouragement.
Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior who, who daily bears our burdens.
Psalm 68:19
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