What a difference a day makes. Yesterday, as I arrived home mid morning, I thought about how wonderful my time away had been. But, I also thought about how happy I was to be home. I had missed my son, my dogs, and my youth. It made me realize even more how much I love my life! Getting away once in awhile is good to refresh and renew, but what a great thing to be so happy to be home.
Flash forward a few hours.
I found out a junior at the local high school passed away during football practice. This is not the first death these students have had to face. But, this is the one that students witnessed. Everywhere I look on facebook there are messages about it-grief, sadness, shock, and broken hearts. It's a time when nobody knows the right thing to say because there is no right thing to say,, no magic words to take the pain away. But, this afternoon, the church home of the teen opened their doors to anyone wanting to come pray. There were several adults on hand to comfort anyone who needed a listening ear. But, only one teen came and another young adult was there. I could tell as the teen walked up to me that his heart was broken as id never seen before. It was my nephew. After a few moments we walked in together. I stopped to talk to someone and he went on. I wasn't sure where he went since there were a couple areas they had open for the teens, but I should have known.A while llater, someone told me he was in a room playing the piano. The young woman was singing a song. I am also reminded of several people who were very sick and were comforted by hymns and music.
When we don't know what to say and no words can give us comfort, God gave us music.
So, where was God today? He is comforting those who need it through any way He can, and from what I saw, music was one of the best ways He was working.
Blessings,
Jennifer
Flash forward a few hours.
I found out a junior at the local high school passed away during football practice. This is not the first death these students have had to face. But, this is the one that students witnessed. Everywhere I look on facebook there are messages about it-grief, sadness, shock, and broken hearts. It's a time when nobody knows the right thing to say because there is no right thing to say,, no magic words to take the pain away. But, this afternoon, the church home of the teen opened their doors to anyone wanting to come pray. There were several adults on hand to comfort anyone who needed a listening ear. But, only one teen came and another young adult was there. I could tell as the teen walked up to me that his heart was broken as id never seen before. It was my nephew. After a few moments we walked in together. I stopped to talk to someone and he went on. I wasn't sure where he went since there were a couple areas they had open for the teens, but I should have known.A while llater, someone told me he was in a room playing the piano. The young woman was singing a song. I am also reminded of several people who were very sick and were comforted by hymns and music.
When we don't know what to say and no words can give us comfort, God gave us music.
So, where was God today? He is comforting those who need it through any way He can, and from what I saw, music was one of the best ways He was working.
Blessings,
Jennifer
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