Today the sun shone...but it had no effect on my mood...how could it? If it had been my sister I had lost would I be rejoicing over the reappearance of sunshine and the fleeting of rain clouds? Would that be enough to dull the pain in my heart?...Hardly...on the contrary in fact, it would be difficult not to curse the outside world for it's trite display of cheerfulness when one's heart was breaking.
Within a matter of minutes her life was gone. A life that was given little hope to win the battle that lay claim to her future but somehow managed to remain vibrate and joyful in spite of her struggle.......a life, however, that we are unsure if we'll meet again....Perhaps this is why the loss hangs so heavy on us? The reality of a life without an eternal Savior, the thought of a spark of light extinguished forever. We don't know, we are not positive, yes we are afraid of speaking the unspeakable.
The tears run hot, tears shed for a life but perhaps also a soul....because we just don't know, cause "you can lead a horse to water but you can't make them drink"....I just pray her thirst was quenched before she was taken away.
The L-rd heals the broken hearted and binds up their wounds
