Life goes on, even when we think we can't

This weekend, a dear family friend had her world shattered when a terrible auto accident took her three daughters from this life.

And yet, our lives goes on. 

We wake up in the morning and go about our daily activities. We cry, and we wonder why, but we go on.


We grieve, and we rail against the unfairness of this life, but we go on.

This is not a time of happy blog posts, but a time of mourning for lost children. A time of trying to imagine ways to bring comfort to their shattered mother, a woman whom I have known since she was the sweet 5 year old child that I babysat, and who no longer desires to live, but lives nonetheless.

Because life goes on.

This is a time of praying for a heart-broken grandmother, a dear family friend my entire life, who grieves for her lost grandchildren, her "girls", and for her shattered daughter.

Because life goes on.

Ecclesiastes tells us: "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die. . . a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance. . . a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to get, and a time to lose. . ."

Please join me in praying for this family, and for the other families that were torn apart by this horrible tragedy, that they may find some small measure of peace in this time of loss and death and mourning.