Sunday is the day I share a part of my Soul. Enjoy.
Earlier this evening we went for a family drive. We drove past the old cemetery as the sun was starting to get low in the sky and the light wind was ruffling the large Italian Cyprus that line the well manicured grounds. It was a picture of loveliness in that quite cemetery. We drove our car in to perhaps walk and talk with the boys about life and choices we make. Little did we know that the cemetery was, on this evening, particularly barren. There wasn't a soul in sight and we drove up and down the aisles looking at headstones.
The car got quite as we drove past the only other vehicle that seemed to be there with us. We could see a woman, all alone beside a grave. She seemed to be talking to the person buried in the ground and weeping openly. It was moving beyond words. When we drove past, Ace noticed an inscription on the back window of her car. "In Loving Memory of David..." Along with the dates of his life. We drove a little more and Ace suddenly stopped the car. "Stephanie, you need to go give that woman a hug." No more needed to be said. He pulled up along side the lone car and the lone woman and I got out. I didn't know what to say but I walked over to her. "You don't know me from anybody...but can I give you a hug?" She started weeping and we embraced. Looking down I could see that the soil was very new. She followed my gaze. "It is my Son. It was sudden...his death. He died seven days ago and I knew that the storms had been bad enough to maybe cause some damage to his grave so I came today." I started crying. My heart ached for her. She started crying. We hugged again and she told me she never planned on being here at his grave. She wanted to go first. I felt that God had sent me to this lone woman to let her know that she was not in fact, alone. I told her my thoughts and we hugged a last time.
As we drove away and tears trickled down my normally sunshine happy face, I thought of all the things I've buried in the earth. All the seeds and all the bulbs that I willingly decided to hand over to the Lord. Yet, here, in a cemetery this evening, I learned something more. I saw a mother who had seen her son buried. She didn't willingly hand him over to the Lord...the Lord took him home. How much harder is it to give that kind of seed to God? Something we held onto with love for years that is unexpectedly gone one day may be one of the hardest challenges a mother or father faces. Yet, we all may or may not be called to pass through that trial. All I know is that when such a moment happens, we are not required to have all the answers. We are only asked to strengthen one another. Hold someone when they cry...and help them bury the seed if needed. I for one, am glad I was able be an angel for a minute. Should I ever be taken unexpectedly like that...I would hope someone would do the same for those I left behind. I don't know it all...but I do know that "this too shall pass". We will be together forever someday with the Lord. Life will move on and God will still love all of His children. We are not alone.