May your blessings outnumber
The shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.
Woke up with sad news of a friend's mother passing away.
I remember that fresh pain in the early hours of the morning:Knowing your loved one is in the presence of the Lord is reassuring, but the panic and grief that strikes you is like no other feeling.
Ten years after the passing of my mother, I am reminded that God's tender loving kindness was there all the time, even in the midst of all that anxiety and pain.
All I can possibly do is try to provide the same comfort that God provided to me through so many others.
Praying that my friend's comfort and blessings are too numerous to count.