The LORD is close to the brokenhearted; he rescues those whose spirits are crushed. (Psalm 34:18)
He heals the brokenhearted And binds up their wounds. (Psalm 147:3)
This week has found us clinging once again to these promises. Promises that enfold us, carry us, and offer so much comfort.
Tomorrow we, as a family, say a formal ‘Good-bye’ to one of our own, a husband, a brother, a dad, an uncle, an Opa (grandfather). We will collectively lean into God and onto His arms in order to make sense of a loss that bruises each of us.
Uncle Adrian, a man who had a ready temper, yet paradoxically also had a ready grin, and a ready laugh. His smile lit up his face and was so similar to my dad’s that I knew they were truly brothers. I grew up with stories of him and Daddy and their shenanigans as teens in rural Richmond, stories of family.
So today, we are thankful for family, those both far and near, those whom we see regularly and those who we see rarely. Tomorrow I get to see them all. A chance to connect, a chance to catch up, to find some common ground once again, a chance to look each other in the eye, to maybe hold one another for a while, and to recognize, once again, that the family bond is sacred.