Grief Journal

To The Woman Weeping In Her Car

To The Woman Weeping In Her Car www.herviewfromhome.com
Written by Rebecca Spohr

I drove up beside you the other day. It was just a normal morning for me, we were on our way to bible study and I was encouraged by what I would hear. 

I pulled up next to you at the stop light and normally I would not have been the wiser.  But for some reason, I decided to look over and then I saw you.  

You were weeping, head resting on the steering wheel, and taking a pause to wipe your eyes. 

My heart longed to hug you. I wanted to yell to you that you are not alone.  I contemplated parking my car and coming to hug you, but the practicality of the situation would not allow for that. 

Tears came to my eyes because I have known that pain. Such a pain, that I have wept in my car. I have cried because of loved ones passing or just from the suffering of that day.  

I wanted to know what was breaking your heart. Did you lose someone? Worried about finances? Were you lonely? 

Whatever it was, I longed to let you know it would be okay. 

So, I did the only thing I knew how, I prayed. I knew that God could answer everything for you and I prayed for comfort to be washed over you like a warm blanket on a cold day. 

I kept strong in my faith that God was there for you. 

All of this really got me thinking. What happened to a world we heard of, where our neighbors would be there for us and become our best friends? If we lived in that world today, would you feel so alone in your burdens?  

As a mother, woman, and wife, I feel so connected to women around me. I pray there are others like me who long to love their brothers and sisters, but just don’t know how to go about doing that. 

If you’re crying and lost in your present sorrows, know that I care for you. I may not know you, I may see you and not realize you’re in pain, but please feel free to stop me if you need someone. 

I don’t want you to be alone. God didn’t give Adam, Eve, so that he would be quiet in his joy and eventually his pain. 

We were meant to be here for each other, so I will be waiting here for you.

About the author

Rebecca Spohr

Rebecca is a mother to a handsome 10-month-old boy and wife to her husband of 3 years. They live in Huntington Beach, California where they run two businesses out of there home, allowing them to spend lots of time with their son. Rebecca and her husband met in Olathe, Kansas and moved to California in 2006. They are still very attached to the midwest and travel to see family as much as possible.