Alone

Psalm 102:1-7 NLT

LORD, hear my prayer! Listen to my plea! [2] Don't turn away from me in my time of distress. Bend down to listen, and answer me quickly when I call to you. [3] For my days disappear like smoke, and my bones burn like red-hot coals. [4] My heart is sick, withered like grass, and I have lost my appetite. [5] Because of my groaning, I am reduced to skin and bones. [6] I am like an owl in the desert, like a little owl in a far-off wilderness. [7] I lie awake, lonely as a solitary bird on the roof.

They met in Schindler's factory in Krakow during WW2.

Imagine falling in love during such a nightmarish situation.

With death a mere heartbeat away, at the whim of a casual Nazi bullet, the flower of love bloomed.

So it was that they vowed to marry if they survived.

Miraculously, they made it to Israel and fulfilled their vow, building a life and a happy family in the Land.

So many years passed, always together, faithfully bearing witness to the Holocaust at Yad Vashem in Jerusalem. Sharing life, sharing love.

Just a few weeks ago one of them passed. Now there was only one.

With the vast vacuum of shared devotion missing she said:

"Now I'm alone!"

How hollow those words, echoed in the Psalm above.

Such loneliness is indescribable biting at the soul.

Yes, there are people all around, family, friends and carers, but the one who knew, shared and uniquely loved is no longer there.

Who else could fill that void of aching and longing?

... The One who has been watching over her life since birth ... the One who has seen it all ... laughed and cried...rejoiced and sorrowed unseen...who sorrows even now with her broken heart:

Isaiah 53:3-5 NLT

He was despised and rejected- a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief. We turned our backs on him and looked the other way. He was despised, and we did not care. [4] Yet it was our weaknesses he carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down. And we thought his troubles were a punishment from God, a punishment for his own sins! [5] But he was pierced for our rebellion, crushed for our sins. He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed.

Yeshua, our precious Messiah is "God with us"...yes, to each one of us, each grieving heart, each stone-lonely soul.

He's with you, reach out and feel His tender love longing to comfort and enfold you.

You don't have to be alone.