It was one of those weeks. The losses were not unexpected, but hit in the solar plexus all the same. So on Saturday, half the family went in one direction and the other half went the opposite. Two funerals, same day, same time, different locations.
In true denial mode, I opted to remain home and watch the grands. You know how I say that I am very good at death in theory just horrid in practice. Not that I've ever practiced dying, but that I am not good with saying the right things nor just being quiet when I am unsure of what to say. Sadly, a few of you have already learned that by virtue of having "known" me these past several years. I can pray and that's the extent of my ministering. There is no right nor wrong comment to make because what one finds helpful to hear, another is horrified by. This is why listening to the Holy Spirit is so very important in each circumstance.
As an example, I despise sympathy cards...loathe them...they send me into a tailspin. This is not ordinary. I am the oddball in this and it is so difficult for me that I can't even begin to explain it. Both the selecting/sending and the receiving. Ackkk... I'm sure that I have some nasty social anxiety disorder.
I knew it.
Anyway, what I am saying is that all of this has been a source of discomfort to me through the years. One should learn early how to comfort those who need comforting. We certainly are given ample opportunity to hone the skill.
Are you "good" with comforting? Good with the right words? Good with offering a shoulder to lean on? Bless you for it!
That was depressing, just had to get it off my chest.
I hope to do a little commentary on Downton Abbey later this week. Wasn't it a comforting final show of the season when nearly all of the right words were said?