I had a tough wake up call this week. One of my office admin team secretaries unexpectadely passed away this weekend. Monday is when we found out and I spent the day in shock. I just couldn't process the thought of it. She was young, in her early 50s, and in good health. By Tuesday it was starting to register and set it. It was a day of mourning.
At one point I was sitting at my desk and was swept with emotion. My daughter (8) happened to walk by and saw me crying. She walked over.
daughter: Are you okay, mom?
me: Yes, baby.
d: Are you crying about Ms. Patty?
d: It's okay, Mom. She's with God now, isn't she?
me: I don't know, baby. I'm sad because I never asked her and I just don't know. I wish I had asked her if Jesus was in her heart.
d: I'm so sorry, Mom. Can I pray? Dear, God. Please help Mommy right now. She's sad and needs you to help her be happy. I pray for Ms. Patty, God, we don't know if you were in her heart but we sure hope you were. Please help her family not be sad and let them ask you in their hearts if you're not there. Amen.
At that point I'm not so sure I was crying over the loss of my friend or at the joy of a child who can pray comfort for me. What a precious moment to know my child is so sensitive to how I feel. I know God's sweet Spirit that lives in her heart was speaking through her to bring me comfort.