This week, the reminder that life is short, life is precious, and this life is not our own, has been ever-present. Two of my friends have lost sisters, one to a hard fought battle with cancer, and one in a tragic car accident. Just this past week, I sat with a student of mine, as she mourned the loss of her mother to cancer. Yesterday, I got an email from Mary about one of the orphans, Milton that fell out of a mango tree at Harvesters, and was bleeding from his ears and nose. Knowing that the doctors in Yei had left because of the referendum in Sudan, I knew that that could be a potentially hopeless situation.
So much going on, that is out of our control. So much going on that just doesn't make sense. Grateful that we can trust that because He is sovereign, we can know that there is a reason and a purpose in it all, and in seemingly unexpected and senseless suffering, we can know that because God allowed these things to happen, He plans to do something through them. In the meantime, we press on, making our way in this fallen world, doing the things He's called us to do with hearts of obedience, remembering that in midst of darkness, we can know the only Hope there is.
"Wrong will be right when Aslan comes in sight. At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more. When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, and when he shakes his mane.. we shall have spring again."