Psalm 22:24 For the Lord has not ignored or belittled the suffering of the needy. He has not turned his back on them, but has listened to their cries for help.
Yesterday afternoon, God took our wonderful friend Crysta home to Heaven. She was part of our beloved intestinal transplant family, a person who reached out and loved others even when she herself was suffering. I have no idea how many cards and letters she sent to Karis over the years. We watched her little daughter grow up, and now she’s a senior in high school. She used to pop over for a Karis visit when her mom was hospitalized at the same time.
Most of the rest of us in this unique family already lost our transplanted members. We are grieving together.
I am flooded with memories. Our transplant family suffered so many losses, sometimes on the same day, or in the same week. Twice I didn’t tell Karis about a death for many weeks, because she was in such crisis herself, either in a coma or just emerging from one. She took each loss very hard, like losing a part of herself. Indeed, that’s what we all felt. And feel again today. I am remembering each person who died as if it just happened. We were able to attend the memorial services of some of them. Others were too far away, or Karis was not in condition to be able to go. I don’t know what will happen with Crysta’s death occurring during coronavirus restrictions. At the same time, I feel the Lord grieving with us. “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints” (Psalm 116:15). Thank you, Lord, for not turning away from our need for your presence with us.