I sat in the chair after dismissal, and fidgeted with my belongings in an attempt to appear distracted from the person who sat one seat away from the empty one beside me.
Slowly, I placed each item into my bag, methodically, until I was left without an excuse in hand. At this, she did what I hoped she would not–she moved in to the empty chair next to me.
Placing a hand on my back, she entered my closed off space as she leaned closer.
My insides screamed, “Please keep your distance.”
Yet, another other part of me wanted, or more like needed, to allow her to take some of the burden of my heartbreak I could no longer handle by myself.
She asked a simple question on how I was doing, even though I am certain she knew the answer even before I spoke.
With no energy to put on my, “I’m fine” game face, I told the truth.
I was not at all good.
Tears emerged unrequested.
She shared a handful of words with me in that moment.
I cannot give you a play-by-play of what was actually said, but I can tell you what was felt–
Temporary reassurance knowing I was not alone in my pain.
Such a simple gesture on her part.
To lean into a person’s brokenness, and offer herself.
No big answers to life’s questions.
Just sweet, gentle assurance I was not alone in my pain.
I believe she was heaven sent that day, to sit beside me and minister comfort from Christ Himself through her compassionate heart.
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God. For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, so also our comfort abounds through Christ. (2 Corinthians 1:3-5)