A Tearful Reminder

"The Lord has given, and the Lord has taken away,

May the name of the Lord be praised"

Job 1:21

Today my heart was completely overwhelmed with sorrow. A woman in our church lost her husband this week in a car accident... She has two young children. As they stood in the front row, only a few rows in front of me, holding each other, my heart completely broke for them. The son looked to be about 9 or 10 and the daughter likely around the age of 3. The mom looked so strong. An amazing peace seemed to be with her. Yet, how difficult it must have been to come to church on Father's Day, knowing she had just lost the father of her sweet children. After worship, the pastor explained the situation, and reminded the family that they are not alone; for when one part of the church family grieves, we as the church grieve with them. Then we surrounded the family, praying and weeping, laying our hands on them. 

The rest of the service carried on, with a beautiful message about Fathers and their vital role in the home. Still, my heart was breaking for the family. I cannot imagine being in her position. After the message, there were a few more songs, during which I watched the mother and oldest child raise their hands in worship to God. That was when I truly broke. I began to weep as I watched them. How beautiful it was to see their faithful worship to God even in the midst of such tragedy. It reminded me of how I have responded to the "tragedies" I've experienced in the past (which seem like nothing in comparison). My heart was filled with conviction as I recalled running from God during my darkest hours. Rebelling against Him for his supposed lack of goodness. How foolish I have been! And how often have I taken my husband for granted. 

If you are reading this, please pray for this family. 

And remember to count each day as a blessing.