Note: I wrote this last week but I didn’t hit post. All good thoughts are welcome for our neighbors.
It used to be that I’d have to think back reallllly far to remember what it felt like to have a broken heart.
But not anymore.
This past Saturday night, our neighbors lost their five year old little boy. I won’t go into the details, because it is not my story to tell. But it was a tragic accident and as I sat with their other 3 children that night, I was in complete shock. I served them dinner, read them stories, helped them into pajamas and tucked them in–all in complete shock.
Now that I’ve had time to process the situation, I feel lost and distracted, crushed and sick, sleepless and unmotivated, all at once.
In short, I’m heartbroken.
It had beens so long since I felt that way I hardly recognized the symptoms. As with all things, when I want them out of my head, I write them down. There is a certain healing that comes from pouring the jumbled thoughts out here. So there you go.
Please keep this family in your prayers. If my heart is broken, I can only imagine that theirs must be shattered.