“I have no words,” said a friend after hearing what happened to my brother. After going missing for 3 months, we discovered that for the 3 months of his disappearance, he was actually gone forever. He had died, still waiting to be found by those who loved and missed him.
His road trip through South Africa ended on Table Mountain, where he fell. His car was found abandoned in a university parking lot by authorities and a newspaper post of a “Missing Free State Engineer” helped a forensic pathologist to make the connection to a young unidentified male he had autopsied in late February.
What do you say to a mother who had to do DNA tests to prove her relationship to a body in the morgue? To a father who lost his only son? What can you say to his sisters? To his friends? How could this possibly be the end?
There are no words…no words will make it feel better…no words will change reality…no words will turn back time or change the events that have transpired.
As his sister, I have no words to express all the feelings of a broken heart. To explain the relief of at least knowing, or to comfort those who are aching with me.
I have no words to tell the story of a short life fully lived, of a tall guy with a big heart and even bigger dreams… Now gone forever.
And yet, having no words of my own… I turn to words of comfort from the only One who can truly feel the ache in my heart. He is the only One who can speak life in time of death.
“The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit”. – Psalm 34:18
“Brothers and sisters, we do not want you to be uninformed about those who sleep in death, so that you do not grieve like the rest of mankind, who have no hope. 14 For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him.”‘ – 1 Thessalonians 4
And somehow, I find hope in those ageless words which never grow old nor lose the power and anointing to bring comfort to the hurt and the broken.
I read those words, “I have no words,” once more. And I know, we do not need words when we know that we have each other.
Words can sound empty, but the thoughts and prayers behind them always speak louder.
I have no words. Only silent tears leaking like ink from the heart.
I have no words to say, “thank you for simply being there for me and my family.”
It’s okay if we do not have words.
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