My whole world was jolted a bit today. It almost took me back to that dreaded day, that day that is tucked far far back in my memory. I try not to think about it too often. The day when my first husband Bryan Clift suddenly died.
All I was thinking about today was washing my van, trying out a new restaurant in town when we (Lyle & I) celebrate our 1 year wedding anniversary, loosing some un-wanted weight, and somehow figuring out a way to get back to Pensacola Beach this summer.
Then, Alyssa screamed out, “Mom, Rachel passed away.” My head was spinning, my heart was aching, and my thoughts were out of control for her family. All I could think about was how can a beautiful 17-18 year old who had so much to live for suddenly pass away?
It doesn’t seem fair. It seems like the bad people are the ones that should die. Not the good people. She was just here a few moments ago. She had her whole life before her. She graduated high school this past Sunday and now, she is resting in peace. Somehow, I don’t think she is resting though; I bet she is exploring the streets of gold and checking out her mansion in Heaven, oh and wearing her jeweled crown!
Then, I started thinking about my friend in Oregon fighting another go around of cancer, a family member going through a devastating nasty divorce tearing the kids apart, and seeing a convicted murderer go free.
In retrospect, all of my little problems seem menial compared to those who are going through un-imaginable pain of burying his/her child, fighting the same demon of cancer again, or watching the guilty walk free.
Tragedy and Trauma have no race, age, cultural differences, or ethnicity. It strikes good people and bad people. There aren’t any quick fixes or easy answers to life most of the time.
Would you say a prayer right now for this young girls family, and for someone you know who is hurting. Maybe call them? Don’t put it off any longer. I know you won’t regret it. By the way, it’s ok if you don’t know what to say. God will give you the words and if He doesn’t then be a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on.
I’m so glad to know, “to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord,” and death is swallowed up in victory! “Let not your heart be troubled, for I (Jesus) have overcome the world and the grave! Hallelujah!