Today I saw a woman who lost her child 15 days ago . I went to visit a classmate from college, who I heard had lost her daughter two weeks ago . Wondering how to console a mother, who had recently lost her dear daughter, I was filled with trepidation as I rang the doorbell.
The door was opened and there stood my classmate, her face not drenched with tears, but with a smile . She welcomed me with a hug, seated me on the sofa, and seemed genuinely happy to see me after nearly forty years. Speaking in a composed tone she narrated the events that led to her daughter’s sad demise. There were interruptions, demands of the household, family members, all of which she attended to, with equanimity .
My surprise at her composure must have been evident, for she then explained that her faith is strong, has been from when she was young, and she rests in it. She had no doubt her daughter was safe in heaven and she would one day see her again. She did not crumble or collapse under this devastation but accepted it was her daughter’s time, the time that God had written for her when she was born.
Her daughter had led a full life, always filled with joy and happiness and regrets she had none, whatsoever. I was amazed, and came away humbled, finding no use for the words of comfort I had prepared for a grieving mother . I realised this woman had more faith in her little finger, than I had in the whole of my being . I pray ardently, Lord, no matter how strong our faith, please never bring us to such test .
Mary Jacob 