Earlier today, I received very sad news. Cindy's daughter, Sarah, had a miscarriage. This is one of those times when I wish I knew what to say. Children are so close to our hearts. Losing them, at any point in their lives, is difficult. As I've heard over and over again, parents shouldn't have to bury their children. Hubby's grandmother buried her daughter when Grandma was 90 and her daughter (Aunt Mary) was 63. Even then, it just didn't seem right that Grandma should be at her daughter's funeral.
It is at time like these, that I ponder how people without survive. I have to trust that God has a plan I don't understand. Because, I don't understand this at all.
Today I was thankful for modern technology. To be able to reach across the miles (and see others do the same) to offer comfort, makes me feel like I have done some good. (We all seem to need to "DO" something when tragedy strikes. It somehow makes us feel less out of control.)
Here's to trusting in God during the good times and bad.
God Bless.
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