Dear friends of our family just faced a terrible tragedy. Their healthy son, just one month before he was to be born, was called home. So their entire family is struggling with life and death, hope and expectations, the wisdom of God's plan and just how terrible this place is. Lord, lift their heads.
...and I think of a little button who I stayed up til 4:30 with. I had a cup of coffee at 1 am and she just wanted to talk. To look and make some noises, touch. She does this thing where she feels things with her foot. She'll click keys on this keyboard. she'll run her toes on the texture of your arm. on the sheet.
Feeling vacant and lost. Survivor's guilt? Trying to make sense of death in a sinful world? One thing I know - something that's innate - is that we aren't supposed to die. We all know that we're not supposed to die. That's why we all agree on the tragedy of it. There's something terrible about an eternal being breaking.
...and there's something majestic about a life with a death sentence, living. And great peace in knowing that there is a time for everything, and a loving God doing the right thing all the time.
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