We grieved this weekend. News of death delivered at our door.
Hearts ripped open, confusion bears down, needless loss, words jumpled together.
Weeping in our souls for the unknown parents of a young man tragically lost.
A college friend of oldest child. Gone.
Middle son says how many is that Momma. How many friends has he lost.
I am numb in my answer and I cannot count. Literally, figuaratively my soul refuses the excercise of counting. The number were it one would be too many.
Weeping comes at night but JOY will come in the morning. And The Message says it like this- The nights of crying your eyes out give way to days of laughter. Psalm 30:5
He calls home over and over again during 36 hours, processing pain. Sitting at the feet of his earthly father to discuss how and why and what if. One decision? One day? One
moment? One series of events? His father is wise and patient and seeks to wrap it in understanding. This Jesus Lover and Follower who is 21needs his Dad.
My mothers heart hurts. Its plain. Its simple. It hurts.
I know that my son is here today and this hurting mother who is unknown to me grieves deeply the loss of hers. I do not know their story. I know that Jesus does.
What young boys and young men and men and children of God are teetering on an edge of lost hope. Of confusion and hurt. Of pain and despair.
Is life’s preciousness not known or felt or believed? In that tenuous moment between utter pain and despair, does the heart always cry out to the Lord, the Comforter, the Healer, the Deliverer, the Life-Giver, the Great Physician?
Psalm 120-121 The Message — I’m in trouble I cry to God, desperate for an answer I look up to the mountains. Does my strength come from the mountains. No my strength comes from God… He won’t let you stumble, your Guardian God won’t fall asleep.
Praying today for college students. And for healing among this son’s family and friends.
And I will tell my children today and tomorrow YOUR GUARDIAN GOD WON’T FALL ASLEEP.