Death and loss never come at a convenient time. Since I last wrote my daughter and son-in-law and their family witnessed the death of mother Sandy. It was a seventeen day ordeal for her after being released from the hospital. We tried to be there for the family and part of the support they needed during this time. It’s amazing to me how difficult it is for people to know what to say to you when you are going through something like this. Some are open and say sweet kind things. They say words of hope and encouragement. Others are caught speechless. Death takes words away and people fall silent before it’s power.
It’s over now except for the grieving and that takes some time. It caused me to pause my writing. There are others who I have worked with and prayed with during this time. So many that it can be overwhelming, at times. St Augustine once said,
“Faith is to believe what you do not see; the reward of this faith is to see what you believe.”
I have often asked these last seventeen days, “Where would I be without faith? Some people seem to experience life and death without a trace of faith – but how?” I could not – it feels as though it is built into my DNA. Like the writer of Ecclesiastes (3:11) wrote,
“God has made everything beautiful in its time. God has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.”
Yesterday is past. Learn from it. Tomorrow is an uncertainty. Don’t worry about it. Today is the day you have. Live it.