Prayer Diary

My friend commented on a new ease of granting people permission to talk about death, where such conversations were less acceptable pre-pandemic. I heard of the grieving of three loved ones, two vigorous men in the prime of their lives and one elderly father. One of the men was a friend from commuting to London and the other was a known and loved schoolfriend, and an NHS frontline worker.

Yes, grief was apparent, questions and sadness, however this story was more about journeying on with the widows and families of those who had died. I heard of endless practical support, sorting finances and packing up a house, also the apparent random clicking of friendships, laughter down the phone, the surprisingly effective support through text messages, everything gratefully attributed to the thread of God’s Spirit being at work.