Where to start?
One tough week. How can this first week of December be so tough?
The month of tidings and joy?
The month of festivities and cookies and candy and gifts?
The month of Santa Claus and Elves and garland and wreaths?
But, for some friends. This week is tough.
One week ago, today, a friend's house burnt. A mom. A dad. 5 children. Lost nearly everything they have. A few things were thought to be remaining and hopeful that they might could salvage some remains.
Then, the next night...the house caught fire. AGAIN.
Heavens. No! Yes, it did.
They lost it all. Ashes. You know, we know that it's all STUFF...but dang it. It was THEIR stuff.
Praise the Lord, they were all ok, and we know that that is what matters. But, it's still tough to watch.
Then, this weekend, another family struck with tragedy. And, as I type, their 13 year old, is being taken off the vent, as his mom and dad have been told there is no brain activity.
How can this be?
Why, oh why should a mom and dad have to endure such heartache?
But, I know, that God has a plan. I know, that I know, that His grace is sufficient.
And, so, in my warm home, with both of my boys healthy, I type....and it reminds me...yet again (dang I must be stubborn)...it's ALL His. ALL His. Everything is HIS. From the stars in the sky to the depths of the ocean floor (yeah, catchy like a song, huh!). It's all HIS.
But, it's not easy to take when you are in the midst watching it all surround you.
Jesus, please help my friends...and their friends...and their family.
It's been one tough week.