inexplicable peace

My friend is burying her son today.  
That's wrong on so many levels.  No parent should have to bury their child.  It's not the way God intended.

I don't know how to comfort a heart that's breaking.  Peace that 'passes understanding' seems not to have a place in this kind of grief.  Like it shouldn't have a place.  Like maybe experiencing peace in the midst of tragedy is dishonoring in some way. 






But I don't think peace means your heart doesn't break. Maybe it just means your mind can stop racing; your teeth can unclench because you sense God's presence with you there. In the middle of the pain.


If we who love Him are really Jesus' hands and feet, then every embrace, every word, every tear, touch and look of compassion is God Himself: holding you.  Grieving with you. Comforting. That picture, that reality, makes it a little easier to breathe. 
Maybe that's what peace is.

God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort.  He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. 
~2 Corinthians 1:3-4