I was on a call at work yesterday with someone who is grieving the loss of her husband and having a hard time. I don’t know if prayer shawls really mean anything or if it’s insulting to even imply they could make anything better at all. I still haven’t opened cards people sent me when my mom died over ten years ago because I know not one of those people had any idea what kind of grief I was facing. I was angry that anyone thought a piece of paper could make any kind of difference to me during that time. But as someone on the other side of grief, it feels like I should at least try to be there for her, if not now, then when she’s ready. So I’m making the shawl, probably as much for myself as I am for her. Love waits patiently. All I can do is hope.
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