Recently, I was saddened to learn that my step-brother and his wife had lost their child, still born. For them, I cannot express the consolation that they need. They will be in my prayers. I was looking for kind words last night and came across this from John Chrysostom:
That you have sustained a severe blow, and that the weapon directed from above has been planted in a vital part all will readily admit, and none even of the most rigid moralists will deny it; but since they who are stricken with sorrow ought not to spend their whole time in mourning and tears, but to make good provision also for the healing of their wounds, lest, if they be neglected their tears should aggravate the wound, and the fire of their sorrow become inflamed, it is a good thing to listen to words of consolation, and restraining for a brief season at least the fountain of your tears to surrender yourself to those who endeavour to console you. – Letter to a Widow
To you, my brother, if you ever stumble upon this, very few can know your grief, and none would be willing to wear your shoes. There are no words to precious to heal your wound, but if I could find them, I would give them to you daily. You are in my prayers.