Company

I don’t require fancy words.

Your presence is heard.

Everyone I know is gone.

And I’m not sure if I have enough strength to hold on.

I don’t.

The fact that you’re here means the world to me.

My trusted confidante told me to curse God and die.

Why did she say that?

We were suffering together.

Her words were salty but had no flavor.

That’s when I realized she no longer trusted in the Savior.

I can’t even savor the good times we had.

Because thinking about her eternal state makes me sad.

Unfortunately, things will never be the same.

However, God will not receive the blame.

“Now when Job’s three friends — Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite — heard about all this adversity that had happened to him, each of them came from his home. They met together to go and sympathize with him and comfort him. When they looked from a distance, they could barely recognize him. They wept aloud, and each man tore his robe and threw dust into the air and on his head. Then they sat on the ground with him seven days and nights, but no one spoke a word to him because they saw that his suffering was very intense.”

Job 2:11-13 (HCSB)