Widow to widow
If I could have a quick coffee with Mrs. Charlie Kirk. I’d give her a hug upon meeting, a stranger to another, but really a sister in Christ to another. A sister understanding a loss most do not understand. While embracing I bet we’d both start crying -because the pain and rawness for her is palpable and yet for me-not a still palpable but so felt and remembered. I’d first ask her about her children, because that’s what mamas do, worry about the children. Then I’d ask how she really was, how God is showing up because I know He is in big and small ways. I’d ask her about the peace she’s finding, because of the confidence in knowing where Charlie is and WHO he is with. I’d tell her that I’m praying that any visuals or horrible images are already removed from her and her children’s minds. I’d tell her to pray that God will allow sweet memories to be stored up in her children’s minds so they can recollect later of their daddy. I’d reassure her that those prayers for me ha...