"Let me show you the "Quiet Room","the stranger suggested as he proceeded to lead us down an unfamiliar hallway.
"But I don't want to go to the "Quiet Room", I frantically whispered to my sister, but she helt my hand and guided me down the hall. Everything inside me seemed anything but quite. Every muscle, every nerve inside my body screamed, ached, wanted to explode from the fear of what was just around the corner.
Only minutes before I had sleep peacefully in bed alongside my love, my life, my precious husband, Daniel. And now, while he lay motionless in some cold, anesthetic hospital emergency room, this stranger was taking me to the "Quiet Room"!
For those of you that have lost a loved one, you can understand this "Quiet Room". For those of you that have never made your way to this place, it's the room the hospital has set aside for families who are experiencing the death of a loved one. It is a small room where families can have privacy during their time of grief. I cannot tell you anything about this place except that it was in this "Quiet Room" that a kind doctor came to tell me my beloved Daniel had passed away. She sadly shook her head and said, "I'm sorry." I did not have to ask anything more. I knew even before she walked into the room that he was gone.
Today, as I think back to this place, I am made to rejoice that my heavenly Father provides a much better "Quiet Room" for all his children.
(2 Corinthians 1:3-4) Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and the God of all comfort; Who comforeth us in all tribulation,..."
The Bible also tells us to " Draw nigh to God and He will draw nigh to you." When I was escorted into the hospital's "quiet room", my Heavenly Father in all His divine wisdom knew that I needed more than a quite physical spot to suatain me through what was about to happen in my life. And so it was here that God transported my very being into His room of quite abode, His spiritual "quite room", that place deep within every Christian soul where God abides and lovingly cares for his children. It is here that he carries His children to administer His grace necessary to sustain them during their times of trouble and sorrow. Yes, that early morning hour, as my physical world was falling apart, my Holy Father carried my soul to his spiritual "quiet room" to hold me lovingly in His arms and gently whisper His words of solace, "All is well my child."
As I look back upon this moment in my life, I am truly comforted beyond description that my Father loved me so much that He took His time to help me in that early morning hour. He ministered to my inner being with such love and concern that I was able to travel through this valley of the shadow of death without fear or complete desolation.
Although my grief is still relatively fresh, and there are
many days of deep distress, out of the depths of my despair and grief I, to,
can truly say,
"The Lord is my
shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he
leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul;...Yea, though I
walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for
thou art with me..."
(Psalms 23:1-4)
Postscript:
My Daniel has been only been gone less than 3
months, but in those months I have learned to truly cast my cares upon the
Lord, and He has provided over and over again the sweetest peace I have ever
known. He has truly given me a comfort beyond words and an assurance that
nothing is too trivial or small to ask His attention.