That's where I think I am sitting right now. Right smack dab in the middle of some giant storm. Spawned by Satan himself.
And it is NOT fun. My heart is heavy.
Last week our friend’s house burned.
Over the last few days we have had one friend die unexpectedly, another friend’s mother die, and one of my dear professors from anesthesia school lost her fight with myeloma.
And that was just Saturday and Sunday.
None of those people mentioned were over the age of 58. Lives taken seemingly too soon, yet part of God’s plan.
Today my sister’s house was broken into and all of their electronic equipment was stolen— including my brother in law’s laptop with his work on his dissertation!
Thankfully, nobody was at home and her neighbor spotted the men, called the police and gave them a pretty good description of the
idiots criminals and their car. And they’ve put out the information to all the surrounding pawn shops.
My husband just found out tonight (while at the funeral home) that one of our “old” friends is being worked up for a tumor in his brain!
I want throw my head back and scream like Charlie Brown after Lucy pulls the football away for the bazillionth time.
My thoughts are filled with prayers and my eyes with tears.
I cling to God’s Word in my heart:
“Trust in the Lord with ALL your heart, lean not on your own understanding;
In ALL thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.” --Proverbs 3:5-6
And I have a song in my head: