I keep thinking of her. I will never know her name.
Days ago we shared the same life.
Wife to one. Mother to five.
She made breakfast, wiped tears away, disciplined when needed.
She laughed with her family, she rocked babies and sang songs of love in little ears.
She was me.
Today she mourns for her five children. Her husband unable to console her grief.
Loss so debilitating and incomprehensible.
She mourns a loss that I pray I am never able to fathom.
I am wrecked for her from the warm, safe cocoon of my home.
I have no answers.
“For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’
“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
“The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.”
-Matthew 25:35-40
I did what everyone did and will continue to do.
I gave money that I spend frivolously on lattes and luxuries.
It is not enough.
It will never be enough for her.
I will never forget her.
Never stop praying for her.
Praying for comfort.
For healing.
We are the same woman, born in different situations.
Children of God.
I will never forget her.
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