I had my staff appraisal today. It went well. You’ll be pleased to know I still have my job!
We met in a hotel and we had a good lunch too. And while it was a very affirming and worthy process there was something that kept grabbing my attention. The wake next door.
You see a young man had died and the funeral were meeting for the after service wake, to celebrate and remember his life. He was 18 when he died.
I longed to reach out and comfort the family and bring some words of hope. After my appraisal I approached the full room and looked in. I prayed silently for the young mans mum and family. But I dared not go in.
It wasn’t my place to.
As I was leaving the hotel a lady, brightly dressed, walked by me and ordered some drinks from the bar. I asked her if she was from the wake and said how sorry I was to hear that the man who had died had been so young. “Yes.” She said. “I’m his mum.”
I said how I had been praying for her and that I wanted to have an opportunity to express how sorry I was to her. She shared about her son and I shared some gentle words of comfort.
As I left I thanked God for where my heart went out to the mum who had lost a son he brought her straight to me for me to share some simple words.
It felt like a moment of being his hands and feet.