Becca

[bookwormprinces]

Today I was in the library editing. My parents were putting dinner on the table. We were just waiting for my sister JoAnna to get home. As I was scribbling notes, I heard the backdoor open. I didn't stop writing immediately until I heard my mom say in a very concerned voice, "Oh my gosh, what happened?" and heard the sound of my sister sobbing. I

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[sache8]

I had a friend from HS who died from an undetected heart condition when he was 25. Though we were not as close as Becca was to your family, I remember feeling much of the same. What was the point?

As Christians, we yield our lives to God's will. He has a purpose for each of us, and we are only travelers here. Since we can't remember anything else, it's hard to conceive. But whatever his purpose for Becca's life, he already fulfilled it and he was ready to have her back home again. And we very well may never know what that purpose was. It could have been as small as a comment about the Lord to a stranger, like a spark to a tinder. That sort of thing is no lesser in his eyes than a ninety year ministry like Billy Graham's. There is a time to live and a time to die, and the Lord giveth and taketh away. It doesn't make sense to us, but we perceive so very little in comparison to Him.

I am glad you are turning to God for comfort, and relieved that you don't feel angry. I will be thinking about and praying for her friends and family, most especially for JoAnna, who has been in my thoughts most of the morning and last night. I know she's already not had a very smooth spiritual journey. For her own sake, I hope that she chooses to reach for peace and comfort rather than hurt and anger. Don't be afraid to comfort her with the words you know to be the truth, even if you don't wholeheartedly feel/understand them. I've often heard that ministers feel the same way about their words. God can use you for an instrument in ways you don't even realize. I have this feeling that he's calling you to be a very important pillar in your sister's life right now.

One thing I am reminded of: to remember the preciousness and the beauty of the every day. I woke up this morning with thoughts of "How blessed I am to have a great job that I have to wake up and go to!" "How blessed I am that I'm physically able to walk up a hill and then two flights of stairs!"

So thanks to Becca for that.

I love you, Pepina. *hugs*