Ughhh.

The phone rang twice yesterday, both times bearing news of sadness, and shock, and grief.

A local family lost their father – very young, very unexpected, very tragic.

Ughhh.

I didn’t know him, but my thoughts have been so I heavy as I consider the children who will grow up without hugs from their dad, without the encouragement of his words, without the security of his presence…

and I grieve.

The mom of my sister’s friend lost her valiant battle with cancer last night – very sad, too soon, a big void.

Ughh.

I remember her warm smile and jovial spirit, and I think of her husband who was unfailing in his convictions that she would be victorious, the children who hoped for a little more time, the family who have lost their matriarch…

and I mourn.

The pain of life reared it’s ugly head yesterday. And while the grief is removed from my immediate circle, it offers a somber and sobering reminder that life is precious.

So I hug a little longer today.

I said “I’m sorry” a little faster last night.

And I turned to God once again…

to the promises I have claimed and the faith that I have embraced; my source of peace and comfort and hope, even when I don’t understand.

For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39