Spiritual Practice


Savannah Krazit, 18

I was fifteen and home alone with my mom, who was sick. Turning to leave her room after checking on her, I thought, Tell her you love her. It seemed imperative, so I did. It took three breaths for her to say she loved me too. A half hour later, I found her dead.

I remember every detail of that night. For a week, I barely slept. I refused to stay home; and at school, I kept breaking down. No one seemed to understand or care that I felt guilty for leaving Mom alone. I prayed, begging God to forgive me and to take me too.

“Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”
Matthew 5:4 (NRSV)

Six hundred people gathered for a celebration of my mother’s life. As I climbed the stairs to the pulpit and stared into the crowd, I felt like running; but God gave me strength. In a calm voice, I talked about the impact my mother had on everyone who knew her.

The past few years without her have been the loneliest of my life. Whenever I feel that I can’t go on, I remember that in Christ, I am never alone. If Christ brought me through the ordeal of my mother’s death, Christ can and will help me through anything.


God, grant them the assurance of your presence now
and faith in your eternal goodness,
that in them may be fulfilled the promise
that those who mourn shall be comforted;
through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.*

*For Those Who Mourn from The United Methodist Hymnal © 1989. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

—from devozine (January/February 2013). Copyright © 2012 by The Upper Room®. All rights reserved.

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