Death, grief, and where faith is birthed

''Ain't even gray, but she buries her baby. The sharp knife of a short life.''

No parent should ever have to follow their child's body through a door to their physical body's resting place.

But it happens and today I saw it.

I watched as people came pouring in to both celebrate and mourn the loss of a 22 year old guy.

22 years old.

I cried and looked on as others cried, talked, laughed, and were somber. I didn't even meet this young man, but the testimony of his life was beautiful and an excellent tribute to his parents and his Heavenly Father.

It's these times of sorrow that we begin to ask questions and wonder why the world works the way it does. Why did he die so young? Could it have been prevented? Was there a reason it all happened the way it did? Can we trust a God that allows this to happen?

And it's the moments where everything seems gray and nothing is clear that faith is birthed.

It's not the cliché Christian quotes or the ''how to deal with grief'' books that birth faith. It's God's work within us, the Holy Spirit, that allows faith to grow. It's the choosing to trust for the next step, and the next step, and the next step.

I don't know why these things happen. I hate when they do. But I was reminded today to live life well, to love deeply, to forgive quickly, and to let the stupid stuff fall where it may because it doesn't matter. I was reminded that our Father God doesn't like when things like this happen either, that it breaks His heart too, and that that's one of the reasons why He sent His Son to die for us, so He can draw us near to Him in these times of grief. Thank You, Lord!!

God bless their family and may we all live and love each day as if it were our last.

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