When I miscarried our third child one conversation with a friend sticks out in my mind. Funny thing is, I don’t remember a single word she said.
What I do remember was collapsing into the brown chair in the bedroom–phone still pressed to my ear, walking into the closet–where the full-length mirror hangs, describing how it sucked to look pregnant but to be digesting the fact that I wasn’t.
I’m sure she talked too; it wasn’t only silence on her end, but I did most of the talking and that’s precisely my point. She wasn’t uncomfortable in the quiet moments where only tears dripped between us.
We all have a friend who’s suffering–maybe several. What is the best thing to say to her? And when we’re in pain what do we want to hear? Read more →