We Are Comforted So We Can Comfort
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.” ~2 Corinthians 1:3-4
It is hard to imagine when we are in the midst of suffering and grief that anything good can come of our tragedy. However, it was exactly at that time that I needed to feel that some good could come from losing my grandbabies. I needed to feel that their deaths were not in vain, that their lives and passing meant something, somehow.
As I journeyed through my grief, I looked for ways to bring meaning to the loss of Isabella, Isaiah and Abigail. Eventually, I discovered that because I walked through the valley of the shadow of death, I was uniquely able to comfort others in their time of mourning. My suffering through the stillbirths of my grandchildren, gave me a deep love, compassion and understand for other parents and grandparents after the passing of their beloved little one that I doubt I truly could have had before.
So, while I never would want to experience trials and tragedies, I am comforted in the knowledge that the Lord brings good out of those terrible situations by comforting me so that, in return, I have the blessing of comforting others in their troubles. God is never nearer to us than when we are sharing His love and compassion with another hurting soul.
“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.” ~2 Corinthians 1:3-4
It is hard to imagine when we are in the midst of suffering and grief that anything good can come of our tragedy. However, it was exactly at that time that I needed to feel that some good could come from losing my grandbabies. I needed to feel that their deaths were not in vain, that their lives and passing meant something, somehow.
As I journeyed through my grief, I looked for ways to bring meaning to the loss of Isabella, Isaiah and Abigail. Eventually, I discovered that because I walked through the valley of the shadow of death, I was uniquely able to comfort others in their time of mourning. My suffering through the stillbirths of my grandchildren, gave me a deep love, compassion and understand for other parents and grandparents after the passing of their beloved little one that I doubt I truly could have had before.
So, while I never would want to experience trials and tragedies, I am comforted in the knowledge that the Lord brings good out of those terrible situations by comforting me so that, in return, I have the blessing of comforting others in their troubles. God is never nearer to us than when we are sharing His love and compassion with another hurting soul.