It Hurts Deeply in any Language

Today was the day that we shared in the formal farewell in St. Jean Sur Richelieu to our faithful sister in Christ and co-labourer Carole Brind’Amour. She was a vibrant wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, but more than that – SAINT. We celebrated her sainthood together with one heavy heart and voice.

During her life she was clear about one thing – her love of her Lord – and the journey that the love affair led her to, brought us to this day in history. Hence it was of utmost importance that we celebrate her sainthood in a way that was clear to all who attended. She wasn’t present at the service, but her shining testimony was very much with each and every participant at Eglise Baptiste d’Evangelique.

The pastors who led the service were gracious in their leadership in both official languages. There was tenderness in their voices and a deep empathy that exuded from them as they carefully plotted each statement to attempt to encourage the grieving family. If a theme emerged in my mind to that end – even though our loss of Carole is so devastating, it is temporary. I don’t want to skip over this as ‘oh well, it will get better’. The thought that our life is a vapour was certainly in the back of my mind already. It does match with God’s Word that we are here for a moment and then we will be gone. The pastors skillfully presented the temporary nature of our life with the joyful aspect of Carole’s newly acquired residence.

Having said that, anytime I let my thoughts wander ever so slightly to the family’s pain, I lost it. I’ve experienced that pain on more than occasion myself. I can relate so closely that it made it hard to breathe and pay attention. English, French, English, French…in word, in song – I actually needed to stop myself and my reverie and write down the things I was hearing. French, completely – I need to write the key words so carefully chosen for their truth and translation as presented in the message. COMPASSION. CERTAINTY. CONSOLATION. All words to be pondered regarding our need at the hour.

You didn’t need to understand anything that was spoken in order to feel the depth of the profound loss within les famille Brind’Amour et Daigle. As the food was consumed, greetings exchanged and more hugs and promises of continued prayer support, it feels so empty walking away from the scene of mourning, and back into my life. It is heavy. It is deep. This is life on earth. It hurts deeply in any language.


About Diary of a Changed Woman

Living a blessed life in Canada with my husband on the beautiful shores of Lake Huron. I work as a Human Resources consultant to small business. I love my family - our grandchildren are the loves of my life. I'm a change agent personally and professionally. Change is what I'm about - no matter what!
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