Compassion

It has been a longggg day. When I started this blog, I didn't think that I would post every day, but stuff keeps coming up in my spirit...and I have to let it out. Today one of my co-workers lost their father. It shook up everyone up in the office cause we all knew the father on a personal level. Death is the one thing in this world that I can't grasp. The absoluteness of it, ponders me. I know in my head that to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. However, this is a concept that my heart will never adhere to. It has been said that the worst loss is of a parent and a child. Having experienced both of these first hand, I would readily agree. The old saying that "time heals all wounds" is not an accurate statement when pertaining to death. The loss hurts me like it just happen. I get each day and go on with my living, cause that is what I'm suppose to do. There is a small part of me that changed forever, and to that I just shrug my shoulders...it is what it is. Getting back to my co-worker, I cried for her. Not at the thought of losing a parent, but at the thought of a small part of them will be changed forever. I was thinking about John 11:35 when it said, "Jesus Wept." He didn't weep because Lazarus was dead. He was the Son of God who could heal the sick and raise the dead. He wept, because he had COMPASSION for Mary for the sadness and pain she felt at the loss of her brother. I can't change the situation for my co-worker, but I can show her compassion for the sadness and pain of the loss of her father. Le Sigh, you may not agree with what I said, but thank you for taking time to see it Jen's way.