Wednesday, February 1, 2012
What inspires me most this week is the story of Lisa King, a wife and mother who has had to say farewell for a season to both her ten-year-old son (in October) and her husband (just last week).
Pouring over her recent blog posts, I was interested to learn that she is a member of my church from Tasmania, Australia, where she apparently finds as much strength and comfort in our shared faith as I do. What a blessing this will be to her, one she will need more than ever in the days and months ahead. She will also need the love and support of her entire congregation as she continues grieving her young son in the absence of the most important person in her life, her husband, while mourning him as well. Having been the recipient of great love and support from my own ward family more times than I can count, I believe with all my heart that Sister King's will do everything in their power to sustain and uphold her, as will her parents and siblings.
It is this belief that consistently brings me a measure of peace in the midst of tragedy. Seeing men and women of good will consistently reach out to one another in times of trial, gently lifting up the hands that hang down, never fails to remind me that the Lord knows who I am and will extend His hand to me, most often through His other children. Surely Lisa has felt and will continue to feel the Savior's love in every act of service extended to her and her boys, for that is one of the very best ways He heals our hearts.
"Wherefore...lift up the hands that hand down, and [strengthen] the feeble knees."
Hebrews 12:12, D&C 81:5