When my friend sits down, she glances at the empty chair on my left and says, “She’s not coming.”
And I say, “What? Why not? Has she already gone – ?”
“Yeah. She posted about it. Ninety days, she’ll be gone. It’s for the best, you know.”
I burst into tears.
I never got to give her one last hug, to pull her struggling body against mine and say, “You are loved. I love you and God loves you & He has a plan for you, ‘though you can’t see it –” and so many other things.
I tried all year to show her how loved she was. I don’t know if she understood it. I prayed that she’d figure out what she was running from. I prayed that she would find God. I asked God to find her.
I crawled into His arms and cried. He is my solace. I know that this is true: “For you died, and your life is now hidden with Christ in God.” Colossians 3:3