There is a lot I don’t understand.
Why does a talented, fun-loving woman—a wife and mother of two school-aged children—battle cancer for seven years only to have doctors recommend home hospice care?
Why does my father, the kindest, most lovely of men, die from complications of Alzheimer’s disease which stole his ability to walk and talk?
Why does a beautiful person take her life because the pain of living was too great?
There are some questions which have no answers.
But there are things that I do know.
God is in it all.
He did not cause it.
He grieves as we grieve.
He cries as we cry.
He comforts us and shares our space.
He does not abandon.
He prepares a place for us, and for those who go there first.
In the midst of pain and questions and fear and uncertainty, He lives.
In the midst of the continued fight, He lives.
And, in this place, where His love endures forever, I live.