This week. hm.
Reminders that life is so very fragile, so short. Painful. Joyous. New. Old. Precious.
A car crash killed 5 kids in my hometown this week. One survived.
"Did you know them?" "Yea, I knew some of them" How many tims did I hear that one this week? It's a trajedy, but, unless you have lived in a small town, you have no idea what it's like. Classes were canceled in the schools. The town is subdued.
It brought back bad memories from this same week, 6 years ago, and not of 9-11. A suicide that caused the same reaction. Only this time there were five, and I can only pray that these deaths don't cause the same effects as that one. It's been a hard week, and I feel like instead of mourning for 5 deaths, I was mourning for 6. And it was good to grieve, because I hadn't yet.
People make choices. They do. No one makes choices for them, but someone needs to love them. Everyone needs to be loved, isn't that why we're here? To be loved? And to love. That is the purpose.
I watched the movie, the Lady in the Water tonight. it was very good. The main character lost his wife and kids several years prior to the events taking place. He begins to have life once more when he discovers that he has a purpose, he can help someone, he turns out to be the "healer" needed to help the young girl. His healing couldn't come about until he expressed and acknowleged his grief, loss.
Kind of the plank in the eye story placed in a different context.
It was good to be home for a short while. I'd begun to wallow. That's not a good thing to do. The Joy of the Lord is my strength. It's kinda hard to have joy when you're wallowing.
I've always wished I had the gift of healing. Except that I'm afraid that to be a healer you have to see the hurt. I hate seeing hurt. Maybe I wouldn't if I could fix it.
No, I still would.
But, life, here, is short and pain won't last forever.
Thank God for heaven. Blessings.