I know I did.
When I got the call about my brother being killed in Iraq, I felt like I was alone in a massive space.. a vacuum of loss and pain. I wanted to protect it- to block out all the people who were learning about it, who wanted to console and grieve themselves. No one could understand my pain in that moment, only God could comprehend it.
It was a sacred place because for a little bit it was just me and God.
Just me and my loss.
No other factors had worked in yet. No details, no funeral arrangements. No chosing of caskets was necessary yet, or taxes needing filed for the deceased. There was just loss. Pain. Grief. And, God.
Some people don’t have that. They don’t feel God there. In their pain is only suffering. They may not see the cathedral. But we do.
May we each draw near to those people who need us to help them see, to experience the awe for them. To be present with them, to worship on their behalf and to comfort them in their sacred spaces. May we always appreciate the honor we have in being there when we get caught up in others’ sacred place, so we do not defile it in any way.
Have you shared a sacred space with someone? Did it change you ? Or them?
This post originally appeared at CourtneySteed.com.
