I’m not certain I can even write this…my precious friend Sara (@gitzengirl) is in her last days…hours on this side of eternity.
Do you know her? If not, please visit her blog home, Gitzen Girl. Read her words. I promise you won’t be the same.
I met Sara a little over 3 years ago. We had an instant connection because of her furry angel-on-earth Riley. The Husband and I have 3 pups that look just like Riley… so began a friendship.
A friendship I can’t explain.
This online connection. A connection some would dismiss but one that connects me to Sara. One that is as real as my beating heart. Sara has been a part of every significant thing that has happened in my life or the life of my family for the last 3 years. She rejoiced with me, cried with me and comforted me like only Sara can.
Recently, when our friend Vicky was diagnosed with cancer, Sara set up a private facebook group. She called it The Couch because she said one day the three of us will sit in p.j.s on her couch and watch movies and talk and laugh the day away…
Every morning I check the couch first thing to see what Sara and Vicky have written the night before. Sara…always the night-owl.
Some mornings we cross paths on twitter. Her going to bed. Me just getting up…the exchange goes something like this…
‘good morning Love, I’ve been praying for you while you slept. But now, I’m going to bed.”
“Good Night Sweet One.” I’d say back. “Between the two of us Sara, we have 24 hours covered. I’ll pray you to sleep…I love you to the moon…”
“to the moon and back” she’d say.
Sara has a way of nurturing everyone she comes in contact with.
The last time I talked to her was on my birthday in July. My heart jumped for joy when I saw her name on the caller ID…her voice was hoarse and her words took effort. I found myself holding my chest and breathing deep for her. But I smiled for an hour after she called, still wrapped in Sara-love.
Sunday in church we sang Be Still My Soul. It’s haunted me non-stop since. Now, I understand why…Sweet Holy Spirit pouring comfort into me…something Sara would do.
From the moment I heard that Sara was making her journey home the song has been gentle background music to my tears. To my prayers.
Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart
And all is darkened in the vale of tears;
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.
Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay
From His own fulness all He takes away.
I’ve asked God to please have my mom come to Sara’s welcome party on the other side of eternity, and to let Mom wrap my friend in a warm embrace and whisper in her ear how very much she means to me…how much I love her…
I’m going to close with a small quote from Lysa TerKeurst’s blog post about Sara…
“Even when our tears slip we know His hand never does.
Since we know that full well let’s not say goodbye, Sara… let’s simply whisper, until then my friend. Until then.”
Yes… until then Sweet One…until then…