A Sad Day

Today we honor the life of a fine man, doting father, faithful son, and loving brother. His little daughter cries, and wonders when her daddy is coming back. His parents bravely face a future without their only son. His sisters are numb.

We ask questions . . . the main ones being how and why? How did sudden death overcome his outwardly healthy body? And why was it allowed to happen? Why God?

Some questions won't be answered until later. Maybe someday we'll know and maybe someday we'll understand. For now, all we can do is say we cared for him and entrust his soul to the God he loved. And, for now, that must be enough.

"I will lift up my eyes to the hills--

where does my help come from?

My help comes from the LORD,

the Maker of heaven and earth."

~Psalm 121:1-2