My soul still remembers and sinks within me. This I recall to my mind, therefore I have hope. Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I hope in Him!”
– Lamentations 3:20-24 New King James Version (NKJV)
I watched the crowd of faces intently, searching eyes and noting body language. Shoulders fell along with countenance as we shared the sad news of a colleague’s significant life event with the rest of the team this morning. Permanent end of life event. Her heart was the cause, and her family gathered to make sense of it all. We were all gathered to make sense of it all.
Where is the hope in the midst of hard news?
I had prepared the night before to provide guidance and strength, but in my own weakness, I found hope and strength in the simple kindness of others and in the truth.
In a hot meal. A gentle word. A warm hug. In the kind, experienced words of a local police chaplain. Simple things pointed us to hope today when our feelings welled up and our language was tears.
What I learned today about hope reminds me of the saying I’ve seen floating on the internet and social media – be kind because you don’t know what someone might be going through.
“What do we say when they ask us what happened?” one manager said wiping the heartbreak from her eyes.
“The truth,” Pastor explained. “The best thing to do is to simply share the truth.”
His experience walked us through step-by-step and the kindness of his presence spoke the loudest of all. We were not alone in it. We are not alone in it.