He is in the pastor who not only knows the Word of God, but knows us. His consolation is not rehearsed or well-practiced, but personal and real. Our suffering is his suffering.
He is in the workplace that allows us to come late, leave early, and cry often.
He is in the baby robin that sat in Phoebe’s place, under her table, in the shade; the baby robin that watched us just as she did.
He was and is in everything around us. Though it does not stop the “what-ifs” or the “whys” of death and tragedy, it answers the “did she know we loved her”, “does she know we miss her”, and “are we all alone”.
Yes, she did.
Yes, she does.
And no, we’re not. He is here.