Just recently I learned of an acquaintance who lost her younger brother-in-law to heat stroke. He was only 19.
Friends from our congregation are dealing with stage IV stomach cancer & chemo treatments.
A good family friend's aunt is in her final days battling breast cancer & liver failure. She is a very special woman, and I've only interacted with her a few times, but those interactions gave me pause, thinking, what did I do to deserve such special treatment from her? I think that's just the way she is.
And a young newlywed couple just found out that the husband has an inoperable malignant brain tumor. They've been married just shy of two months.
When does it stop? And that's not even touching on local or national news.
I guess the hard part of being a grown-up is realizing that it doesn't stop. The world, somehow, keeps turning, and each day we breathe in and out as these lives just slip through our hands. I still cannot fathom how one minute a person can be here, and the next minute, that person is gone. As a 30 year old I still grapple with the finality of it. As a christian, I know there are eternal purposes. I know their soul still exists, and I know somehow somewhere a piece of them is still operating, manifesting. But it doesn't mean that for the rest of us here on earth, that the hard news, is any easier to swallow. It still hurts.
I wish I had some enlightened thought here, but I really don't. All I know is:
|gifts from above|
So I'm leaving this part of the day a little depressed, a little thankful, and a lot contemplative. My heart goes out to all those hurting and I pray there is comfort for these families soon.