Life is rough . . .
It can be really tough sometimes.
I remember the day we had my little 8 and 7 year old nephew and niece over to play for the day, while their parents were out running errands. They mentioned the 8 year old hadn't been feeling well, and although he had had frequent fevers the last little while . . . they didn't think he was contagious. I remember that awful, sick feeling when they told us the next day - the 8 year old had just been diagnosed with acute mylogeneous leukemia. One day everything is rosy . . . and the next changed forever . . .
I remember the day when I was 8 months pregnant expecting our first baby, and my family had all traveled to Hawaii without my husband and I as I couldn't fly at that stage of the game. I remember getting a phone call telling us that my father had fallen off a cliff and was in critical condition in a small Hawaiian hospital and they weren't sure if he was going to survive or not . . .
I remember the morning one of my best friends and neighbors called to tell me she hadn't felt the baby move inside her womb that she could think of for the last several hours . . . I remember reassuring her it was probably nothing but she needed to make a visit to the doctors to be sure. I remember being overcome with grief for her as she learned her baby had passed away just days before her due date . . .
I remember being at work one night late and getting a text to pray for my nephew who had been involved in an auto accident. I remember crying alone in a dark room and praying that his life would be spared, and not to take the life of a young 19 year old boy, just at the beginning of so many important forks in the road. I remember jumping in the car to travel to his hometown with family to be there and support my brother and his wife and family only to learn he had passed away as we traveled . . .
I remember hearing the news that a beloved childhood friend was stricken with a brain tumor . . .
I remember just yesterday seeing the local news that two boys, brothers ages 14 and 7 had perished in an avalanche while snowmobiling in Utah . . .
I remember just barely reading a friends blog about the sudden and unexpected death of her husband and father of their two young boys . . . while far away from his home and family . . .
How does one even begin to get through the minutes . . . the hours . . . days, weeks and months that follow . . .
Only through Faith.
Faith in a Savior, even Jesus Christ, a healer of our souls. Trust in a Savior who has suffered for our sake that during times such as these, we might still have hope. The pain that we feel . . . he has suffered. He has been there, been through it all, and can help us through.
If we will exercise even a particle of faith . . .
Even with a knowledge that families CAN be together forever, we still suffer, and life is tough . . .
because sometimes . . .
Faith is hard . . . it is.
Life is short.
There isn't any time for disagreements, for hurt feelings, for pride, contention. There isn't time.
Never . . . . Never
. . . Never
Take life for granted.
You're invited . . .
Finding Faith in Christ