Week 42

"The angel watches over us gently as we sleep.  She guards our heart and blesses our soul for all eternity."

Monday morning (Christmas Eve) I learned that a friend of our family had been in a tragic car accident.  The entire family, including Grandpa were on the way back from dinner when a truck lost control, ran a red light and crashed into their family.  The father still lies in a hospital healing from the inside out.  They have no idea how long it will take for him to heal.  But I guarantee when he wakes, he'll never be the same.  Because their adorable middle child passed away that night.  It is a tragedy beyond words.  A mother should never have to bear this much sorrow.  My heart is beyond full for her right now.  They are going ahead and laying the sweet baby to rest on Friday since there is no way of knowing when the husband will wake.  This mother is an amazing woman...she is.  I imagine she is standing tall and remembering her sweet daughter's life with grace.  Being strong for the other 2 children.  Being strong for her husband.  I ask, if you are reading this to please....please lift her in your prayers.  Because no matter how strong we are at some point we break.  She needs all the love and support she can get right now and through the coming months.

So this week I've been in a bit of a fog.  Doesn't help that my body has decided to break down finally and get sick.  Oh I played it well Christmas Eve, and Christmas Day.  But by Christmas Day around 8pm I was in bed.  And didn't wake until 10am the next day.  And began a sleep coma series the rest of that day.  My mind is full of thoughts though.  I've always said I firmly believe that everything happens for a reason.  That people come into our lives at just the right moment, time and place and with a purpose.  But maybe I am wrong.  Because I find it hard to believe that the truck lost its breaks right at the moment it did to hit their van that killed their sweet girl.  No way....no way God allowed that to happen.  And then I remember that God gave us free will.  That man chose not to fix his breaks, he chose to drive knowing that they were weak, he chose to drive too fast...that it was a man, not God that chose the path that this family is now on.    I am very thankful that we were given the gift of free will.  I am.  But unfortunately not everyone makes good choices in life.  Heck, I make plenty of stupid choices that affect people in the end.  My free will has hurt people...not physically...but I have hurt spirits.  I am only human. 

I imagine that God is weeping right now.  I know we have.  So this week the canvas above is very symbolic....the baby bird on the cloud has wings.   Mommy and Daddy bird are on the branch,  because they will always be baby bird's parents...and she is now forever watching over them.  And sending puffy hearts their way.