The Place
I just came from a memorial service. Of a 20 year old girl who lost a 2-year long battle to cancer.
I didn’t know her.
But I know her aunt dearly.
As I sat behind the family, silent tears streamed down my cheeks as I laid eyes on the beautiful portrait smiling back at us. A picture of youth frozen in time.
Isn’t it so? That death, when it robs us of those young, who seemingly have so much life ahead of them, just seems so much more poignant? Certainly so. The poignancy of a life short-lived. When there’s so much of life yet to be experienced and discovered.
My prayers are with the family tonight. That surely God’s grace must pour in abundance during this very difficult time. That more than ever, as the family comes together and grieves, together, they too will find comfort.
It’s hard to say this, particularly when the flesh that bleeds isn’t our own. But I know without a shadow of a doubt, that for all things good and bad, God has created one as well as the other.
Nothing we suffer and endure, goes on without Him knowing.