This mother’s day a close friend of mine’s mother past away. The friend was my age, and her mum had been ill for a while. The same day, another friend of mine’s Grandad past away. A day before I found out a relative of my sister-in-law has pasted away also. Today I find out about a close friend of mine finding one of her friends has committed suicide in the halls. Another friend of mine brother’s ex-girlfriend died under suspicious circumstances at the weekend. That’s 5 deaths within a week. Within the space of the whole year, I feel like I’ve seen an incredible amount of death near me, and I don’t understand it. I don’t understand why, or how, or when or where.
One death I can deal with, I can except it happens. Two deaths, ok, but there has been so much recently, and I feel in some ways like its swamping me, even though I don’t know half the people who have died, it feels so close as I find myself saying
“God, I understand its all in your plan, but it feels so unfair”
What gives one person’s Mother the right to live and another one the right to die? And why has it affected myself? I found myself weeping for their loss, even though I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact I never weeped over my own grandfather, or the fact it’s a close friend of mine, and I can’t even begin to comprehend that loss. I found myself phoning my own mother up just to tell her I loved her, because I realised I don’t even know the last time I said that to her properly, and wanted to make sure she knew.
And how dare the devil rob someone else of a life, by convincing them of lies of themselves, how dare another life be taken!
I don’t understand why I am seeing so much death around me, nor can I comprehend. I pray with friends and weep, and weep, and weep. All I know, is it reminds me of the urgency of the gospel, of letting people know, I don’t want to see another person die and not know where there going!
As for right now, all I can do is lift up these individuals, that God would hold them high and close, that they would feel his comfort and peace, and him reigning through them.
That’s all.
One death I can deal with, I can except it happens. Two deaths, ok, but there has been so much recently, and I feel in some ways like its swamping me, even though I don’t know half the people who have died, it feels so close as I find myself saying
“God, I understand its all in your plan, but it feels so unfair”
What gives one person’s Mother the right to live and another one the right to die? And why has it affected myself? I found myself weeping for their loss, even though I don’t know. Maybe it’s the fact I never weeped over my own grandfather, or the fact it’s a close friend of mine, and I can’t even begin to comprehend that loss. I found myself phoning my own mother up just to tell her I loved her, because I realised I don’t even know the last time I said that to her properly, and wanted to make sure she knew.
And how dare the devil rob someone else of a life, by convincing them of lies of themselves, how dare another life be taken!
I don’t understand why I am seeing so much death around me, nor can I comprehend. I pray with friends and weep, and weep, and weep. All I know, is it reminds me of the urgency of the gospel, of letting people know, I don’t want to see another person die and not know where there going!
As for right now, all I can do is lift up these individuals, that God would hold them high and close, that they would feel his comfort and peace, and him reigning through them.
That’s all.
