>Tonight in a tiny town called Hillsboro…
-As I complained about swollen ankles and an empty stomach, she succumbed to the cancer that ravaged her young body.
-As I mindlessly thought ahead to tomorrow night’s plans with my mother, sister and grandmother, her children and siblings were struggling to imagine what life would be like tomorrow without her.
-As I watched the clock in anticipation of going home to snuggle in bed with my husband, her husband was kissing the love of his life goodbye.
I’m so sad tonight at the death of one of our church members. Certainly to us it seems as though her life was much too short. Our feeble minds try unsuccessfully to understand the purpose and meaning behind such a cruel death. I am trying to remember that death is really just another part of life. I am not naive enough to think that any one of us is lucky enough, rich enough or strong enough to cheat death, so why is it still so hard to lose the people we love? Perhaps it reminds us of all that we have yet to do and say. It reminds us of wrongs that we have yet to right – or rights we want to right again.
Being in ministry during times like these always seems hard. I watch as Matt walks along side these friends of ours, and see how much it affects him. He may not have the overflow of emotions like I do, but the pain he experiences with these families is plain to see.
We must have faith, though, that God is true to His word; that He works in all things for GOOD. It’s not good that this friend is gone, but we KNOW that God will work in this situation for GOOD. He always does – and we know that He will continue to do so. I am thankful tonight that this woman knows the lord, and that tonight she is with him in paradise. For Christians, death is always a sad thing, but we rejoice in the fact that this is NOT THE END. There is something more – something better – waiting for us.
I am mourning for this family tonight friends. My heart breaks for them….
And I’ll praise you in this storm
and I will lift my hands
for You are who You are
no matter where I am
and every tear I’ve cried
You hold in your hand
You never left my side
and though my heart is torn
I will praise You in this storm
>Katie, this is a beautiful reflection. By any chance, is this the wife of the lay speaker Matt used on Sunday AM?
>Yes, it is. It's so sad…
>This is beautiful, Katie. I didn't know you were such a talented writer. I wish that I had read some of your work before this sad time.God bless you,Suzanne
>So sorry. You are a talented writer.